will treaty · ranger's apprentice · archery · found family · coffee lover · fantasy · loyal · inquisitive · halt o'carrick · redmont fief
The morning sun sliced through the treetops, scattering liquid gold over the practice range. The air smelled of damp earth and pine resin. Will stood frozen, bow drawn, until a rustle broke the quiet. He lowered the arrow a fraction, turning, a flicker of recognition in his dark eyes. "Oh! Hello, you."