Oh, Deer
Ah, the joys of life. What more do humans need than a pleasant, slow stroll in the forest, with birds singing above and flowers in bloom below? Well… A lot of things. Food, water, a roof above, some warm clothes, social status, infinite riches, servants that’d be happy to do everything for you… Mostly food. And especially much for feasts, like the one planned on the 8th. Having just returned from the hellscape that were the sands of Morfis, Python was reluctant to dive right back into Monastery activity, but this task was less… bothersome, than the rest. Especially with companions like this.
No, calling them companions would be incorrect: if anything, he jumped on the opportunity to get out of the gates and spend a day with his trusty bow, instead of hanging tapestries on the walls. His duty was primarily overseeing Dimitri, checking his stance and his movements - in other words, what he’d been doing since his arrival at Garreg Mach. This time, however, the day had an end goal: find prey big enough to guarantee at least a few full stomachs. He didn’t really get why the request was so specific and why they couldn’t just shoot a few partridges and call it a day, but, in hindsight, if the prince’s skills really were rusty, something bigger might’ve been easier on him.
Still… even with his help, it might not have been enough. Python didn’t doubt himself or his skill, but as it goes with archery, there’s always a chance something will go wrong. A sudden gust of wind, though barely noticeable this close to the ground, could alter the arrow’s path just enough for it to miss and the animal to flee. There was always something that could jump out the back, either just startling the archer or even attacking him. This is why he preferred not to go hunting alone, often taking Tobin on these journeys. Of course, he’d go alone if he had to, but he didn’t have to. And going with Dimitri wasn’t nearly going alone, he’d still have his blade at his side and everything, but returning after an entire day with their hands empty? That could’ve incurred wrath on them both and he specifically wouldn’t be allowed in the cafeteria for the next month, no less. Luckily, there wasn’t a lack of good Snipers even at Garreg Mach.
And Claude was one as well. The leader of the Golden Deer, the most down to the earth leader one could find here. Not that the other two were bad, just less approachable. After all, it was Dimitri who asked his professor to come with him, not the other way round. And, thankfully, it was Claude who accepted the professor’s request to come with them.Â
And now the three were walking along a forest path, soon to leave it to the side and proceed deeper into the trees. Relaxed but on the lookout for anything moving in the leafage, he was staying to the left, allowing the prince to take the lead, when he realised he didn’t really know what the plan was. Not too bad, he’d got used to winging it, but still, he felt at least the need to ask:
“So uh, your Highness? What’re we lookin’ for?”
Next: @princeblaiddyd, also @boundlesshart
