Mythshaper

Eran released a slow breath, following it with the release of his bowstring. The arrow cut through the air and almost struck the middle of the target. It missed by only a fraction, which was still a win.

“Did you get it?” I asked, creeping closer.

Eran waited, a shudder running through his body, then his lips curved into a grin. “Yeah, I got it,” he said, making a fist. “It’s two unallocated points this time.”

“You’re going to invest it all in Fortitude, aren’t you?” I asked, scrunching my nose.

“Maybe,” Eran said with an embarrassed laugh. “You have to admit it’s a good attribute.”

That it was. Unfortunately, I did not have it yet. Eran had completed ten thousand miles of running to receive the Advanced Attribute a few days ago, whereas I still had a few thousand miles left to go. But then again, Eran had three seasons on me, over four hundred days older. It wouldn't take me all that long to finish Running III.

He handed me the bow and arrows. “Now it’s your turn. How many do you need again?”

“Four,” I said, taking the bow. Four more true shots and I’ll complete Archery II. Seems easy enough.

Steadying my breath, I aimed and released the string. The arrow flew and struck the middle of the target, right next to Eran’s last shot, right where I aimed.

“Solas!” Eran swore. “You know, I practise archery only the Oracle knows how long, and yet somehow you’re better than me.”

“It’s all in the mind,” I said, flashing my teeth. Two were missing in the upper row. “Meditate for an hour or two every day, and your focus will be as sharp as a blade’s edge.”