by Shadowfax » March 4th, 2014, 8:37 pm
"Not alot really" Silver said settling down on the table with Farkus sitting next to her.
Astrid was standing on the table with her bow and arrow aimed at the chicken in the middle. Her little companion, Rahks son Stark was stood next to her and watching as intently as a two year old could. The young nord let her hand loose and the arrow shot the chicken across the room. Astrid smirked and jumped up with joy.
"ASTRID! What did I tell you about wasting food?!" Farkus boomed, causing the little nord to leap off the table in shock.
"Hey! I shot it right in the center! Just like aunt Aela and uncle Rahks taught me!" She argued back, sticking her tongue out at Farkus who growled with annoyance.
"Nice shooting sweetie, but your father is right. You shouldn't use food as target practice.. We need as much as we can get through this winter" Silver said, coming to Farkus' aid.
"True Nords of Skyrim aren't afraid of winter!" She said with a smirk and a hint of stubbornness in her voice.
"Uncle Rahks! Did you see my shooting?!" Astrid asked as she spotted him and Aela in the corner behind her parents.