Post by The Stranger on Apr 29, 2008 17:01:10 GMT -5
Alexander Irwyn, rode out into the deserts of Dorne with his former mentor Rodney Blackbar. A group of ten riders rode close behind although unlike these two were not riding for sport. They followed the tracks of a single hare that was somewhere in the vast openness.
Rodney laughed, “Just like the good old days when you were a boy aye?” Rodney said with a smile.
“I sort of remember our treks being a little cooler,” Alexander said returning the smile.
“Well beggars can’t be choosers, like your mother always said,” Rodney said speaking of his sister.
Alexander nodded, it pained him that he never discovered what happened to his mother but he had resigned long ago that she was attacked by bandits or worse when she had fled their small home after the murder of Alexander’s father.
“My mother said a lot of things,” Alexander said, “like never trust a Dornishman.”
Rodney laughed, “So you were born hating Dorne eh Alex?”
“Yes fate is a cruel bitch,” the two riders rode on, when something caught Alex’s eye.
“Over there,” he shouted, but his uncle had already unhooded his bird and his Falcon flew high and then dove at over 130 miles per hour on the hare snatching it up in her talons and quickly breaking its neck. The bird flew back her master’s arm and squawked expecting its reward, which Rodney provided from the dead hare.
“When are you going to let me get one?” Alex said jokingly.
“What you think I am just going to give the catch to you because you’re the Regent?” the Blackbar said with a laugh.
Alexander growled a little, “I am out of practice,” he said reluctantly.
“Yes well falconing is an old man’s game, I guess.”
Alexander nodded but then something caught his eye on the horizon and he quickly unhooded his own falcon. The powerful bird took to the skies and in minutes saw the hare also and made its approach. The falcon missed its target in the first pass the hare able to turn and run although the bird did not fail with its next dive and the rabbit laid limp in its talon as the bird came back.
“Looks like your bird is out of practice also,” Rodney laughed.
“Well she didn’t get a lot of work between wars,” he said solemnly.
The two riders rode back to Godsgrace as the Sun began to set.
“I hope I have the opportunity to teach my boys how to hunt when they get older,” Alexander said thinking of his three children still at Stoatheart.
Rodney didn’t say anything although he nodded, knowing that the assassination attempt must be weighing heavily on Alexander’s mind.
“Come on, I’ll race you back” Alexander said pushing his Dornish Stallion forward.
Results:
Alexander Irwyn improves Falconry to expert
Alexander Irwyn improves Tracking to Apprentice
Rodney laughed, “Just like the good old days when you were a boy aye?” Rodney said with a smile.
“I sort of remember our treks being a little cooler,” Alexander said returning the smile.
“Well beggars can’t be choosers, like your mother always said,” Rodney said speaking of his sister.
Alexander nodded, it pained him that he never discovered what happened to his mother but he had resigned long ago that she was attacked by bandits or worse when she had fled their small home after the murder of Alexander’s father.
“My mother said a lot of things,” Alexander said, “like never trust a Dornishman.”
Rodney laughed, “So you were born hating Dorne eh Alex?”
“Yes fate is a cruel bitch,” the two riders rode on, when something caught Alex’s eye.
“Over there,” he shouted, but his uncle had already unhooded his bird and his Falcon flew high and then dove at over 130 miles per hour on the hare snatching it up in her talons and quickly breaking its neck. The bird flew back her master’s arm and squawked expecting its reward, which Rodney provided from the dead hare.
“When are you going to let me get one?” Alex said jokingly.
“What you think I am just going to give the catch to you because you’re the Regent?” the Blackbar said with a laugh.
Alexander growled a little, “I am out of practice,” he said reluctantly.
“Yes well falconing is an old man’s game, I guess.”
Alexander nodded but then something caught his eye on the horizon and he quickly unhooded his own falcon. The powerful bird took to the skies and in minutes saw the hare also and made its approach. The falcon missed its target in the first pass the hare able to turn and run although the bird did not fail with its next dive and the rabbit laid limp in its talon as the bird came back.
“Looks like your bird is out of practice also,” Rodney laughed.
“Well she didn’t get a lot of work between wars,” he said solemnly.
The two riders rode back to Godsgrace as the Sun began to set.
“I hope I have the opportunity to teach my boys how to hunt when they get older,” Alexander said thinking of his three children still at Stoatheart.
Rodney didn’t say anything although he nodded, knowing that the assassination attempt must be weighing heavily on Alexander’s mind.
“Come on, I’ll race you back” Alexander said pushing his Dornish Stallion forward.
Results:
Alexander Irwyn improves Falconry to expert
Alexander Irwyn improves Tracking to Apprentice