" i intend to try my hand at the archery, i'm practiced enough - even if i do miss my target from time to time. " the lannister shrugged his shoulders, a sip taken from his cup. he intended to finish his drink and find his way down to the archers that had already gathered. he was better with a bow than he was a sword. " and yourself? surely you're not just here to watch. "
“ indeed ? i've never been so fond of practicing archery, myself. other pursuits have always drawn me in far more. ” no, the art of the bow was lost upon the targaryen - for it is so impersonal. there has always been a certain artistic vision required he has never cared for - more a man of action than of show. despite all this, the joust has always drawn him in. “ ah, the joust is more my taste. I'm set to compete. ”

















