Room 401, Sunday Afternoon
Jan. 13th, 2013 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nottrivialAs of a trip to the mainland this morning, Alec was now the proud owner of a longbow.
It was, obviously, long (seriously long; Alec was six-two and the bow was probably about the same) and even if he didn't dwell on how exactly he intended to carry it around to the range and to places where he might need it (for example, home), he did have to come to a conclusion on where to store it in his room. Ideally soon, because the more he stood and looked around for a place for it, the more he kind of wanted to take it to the range and break it in, and he'd already done his training for the day with his recurve.
The obvious answer, 'under his bed,' was eluding him so far. He'd get there.
It was, obviously, long (seriously long; Alec was six-two and the bow was probably about the same) and even if he didn't dwell on how exactly he intended to carry it around to the range and to places where he might need it (for example, home), he did have to come to a conclusion on where to store it in his room. Ideally soon, because the more he stood and looked around for a place for it, the more he kind of wanted to take it to the range and break it in, and he'd already done his training for the day with his recurve.
The obvious answer, 'under his bed,' was eluding him so far. He'd get there.
