[center][h2][color=b5a0d2][b]⚘[/b]   Steffen Gravinir   [b]⚘[/b][/color][/h2][/center][hr]
After Tyaethe left him for her room, Steffen finished his gardening work, quickly but not without care and consideration, making visual marks where he had the plants watered, and where he hadn't, so as to not drown nor thirst something to death by his own negligence. This meticulous work was rather trademark of most things that Steffen did, perhaps more so than others when it comes to administrative or mundane maintenance like this. He always found that a little weird, considering everybody else could be like this if they just apply the same principal from their usual combat training. Maintenance probably wasn't as glamorous though, everybody liked actions. 

Speaking of actions, the Ingvarr decided he wanted to whip himself up into shape for once at the training ground after putting his other equipment away, having missed the bunny that Tyaethe was talking about by just a few minutes or a few corners away. Steffen turned away from the blacksmith area and headed for the storage and changed dress slightly to a more practical and simpler gambeson for the training. Under the warm sunlight, Steffen went through the assortment of weapons given to trainees, and found the bow to be his calling this time around. He could continue with more pole arm training and it would not be wasted time, but the bow was one of his weaker, least adept weapons, something he wanted to improve on to be as well-rounded as possible.

Taking shots at the target a few paces in front of him, with varying degrees of accuracy, Steffen tried recalling what he had read from the archery books and what much Lein told him about his bow handling, going trial and error all the way. It wasn't necessarily bad, but he felt a little lost. He was stuck in this state where he felt like he could handle the weapon, but he couldn't reach newer heights, that he had hit the plateau of skills which he obviously knew there were better displays out there. It was a frustrating feeling he wasn't strangers to, but often to break out of it, it required more than just discipline or more constant training. He needed a better foundation. 

After a session, he went to retrieve the arrows back into the quiver, and that's when he noticed someone familiar: Dame Serenity and the Knight Captain herself. As surprising as it is, Steffen could recall only on one hand how many times he was in the same training arena as them, despite having been in the Knights for a while. A rather strange day today? 

Upon seeing both of them eye-to-eye, Steffen greeted them with a friendly wave and headed over to them when they took their breaks. 

[color=b5a0d2]"Good morning you two. I hope I'm not disturbing your training session."[/color] 

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