08:15 PM

Well, Jarril has been training in the archery range for most of his life and especially most of his time at the mountain.  While everyone has requested time to go to the huge otter party, Jarril has taken the time to get some extra practise in and keep up with his skills.  Using a range at the far end, away from the youngsters training, he smiles at the result of his last effort seeing another bullseye.

Someone has been watching Jarril from the doorway for quite a while, amused at the slight cockiness he gets at every bullseye. The observer smirks as he lands another, then another. Jarril's gotten better, she thinks. Triss pulls herself off the doorway and leans lightly on her longbow, trying to decide whether she should scare the crap out of him, or just announce herself like a civilized beast. Triss? Civilized? Nah. Reaching behind her, she yanks a rather dull shaft from her quiver and nocks it to her bow, wincing a bit as she draws back to her cheek. Damn old joints. Bah. The arrow sails across the room as she lets loose, the shaft sailing across Jarril's path and imbedding itself in a target near him.

It is a surprise as Jarril does jump considering said shaft came at him from his blind side, that and he was busy lining up another shot which fires and hits the outer rim of the target right at the top.  With both ears pointing up he starts to turn around.  "I thought I told ya lot ta be care-..."  Stopping mid-sentence he blinks.  "My, my, isn't this a surprise.  When did ya get back?"  Walking towards Triss.

Biting back laughter at his considerable jump, Triss' amusement turns ill and feels a bit guilty that she shot at him from his blindside. Sheesh, another hare missing an eye? What the hell happened while she was gone? "'Lo Jarril," she replies. "I arrive just last evenin'," she adds, watching him approach.

Jarril notices the look and nods.  "Ah I see, well glad that ya decided ta come back again."  Coming to a complete stop, he looks at the others practising before returning his gaze back to where Triss is.  "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"8 long seasons, m'friend," Triss replies, following his gaze to the practicing young'uns. "Far too long..." she mumbles, looking back at him.

Jarril blinks.  "Has it really been that long?  My, hasn't time gone by since ya knocked me down as a recruit."  Giving a chuckle he slings his bow over his shoulder.  "Well, for me, promotion, killer lizards, wars, corsairs, battles, helping the abbey out."  He pauses and smiles.  "That and losing a battle with a corsair leader and losing my eye but that was about oh, five or six seasons back now."  Rubbing his chin.  "Could be seven though, can't really remember."

"I say, a lot has happened since I've been gone," Triss muses, walking across the archery chamber and taking a seat in a place she can watch the less experienced try their paws at archery. "Did we lose anybeast I know?" she asks, leaning her head on her paw.

Jarril moves to sitting down beside Triss and nods his head.  "Won't lie, there has been a few that have moved on, these things happen in war."  He looks out to the youngsters practising.  "But things move on, new blood comes in.  Glad of it really, wot.  The recruits we had won back the mountain, they're the new generation of the patrah."