New beginnings
A few weeks would pass since the altercation at the Dawn Hall. Both Chaney and Taala had not crossed paths again since that day, and for that matter she had stayed away from the house.
She had met up once or twice with Fiontann since then, and nothing more was said on the matter of it all. Chaney had at least stayed honest to the fact she had not gotten into any more trouble with the guards in Bree, or indeed she had not ventured back to Beggars Alley.
When she did finally appear at the Hall, both Fiontann and Ralyn were in discussion regarding matters at hand. Chaney walked into the main hall and was greeted immediately by Fiontann with his usual smile and warm welcome. Chaney for the best part offered a slight smile as she normally did, and remained silent when acknowledging Rayln.
This day would bring about a new challenge for Chaney. She was off to Far Chetwood with Fiontann that morning, long bow training he called it. Waste of time she thought of it. However, it would give her the excuse to exercise Bertnar and give him a really good gallop.
Previously she had only ridden him the distance between Bree and the Dawn Hall. This morning she would ride far to the north passed Combe, passed even Archet and into the large wooded area situated close to Nen Harn.
The training that day would prove awkward at best, would bring out the best and worst in Chaney, but most importantly it would start to form a mutual bond of respect between the two, maybe even mark the beginning of a lasting friendship.
Whilst attempting to learn the art of the longbow Chaney would fail on numerous occasions, she would grow impatient, curse at Fiontann, glare at him, but she would not do to him what she had done to many men before him.
Previously if a man tried to get too close to her, usually it had been the guards of Bree attempting to catch her, or a vagrant on the Alley trying to rob her or even kill her, she would have simply cut them up, or worse still left them for dead.
Not with Fiontann however, as the bond grew between them that day whilst hunting, he would be able to get close to her, even annoy her at times when he kept patting and rubbing her head after each failed shot with an arrow. She would simply just frown, or glare, or both. But never would she take up arms and do unto him what she had done to so many before.
Still the day proved fruitful, eventually Chaney would secure her first kill with a bow. She would end up carrying the bow and quiver as a light punishment for the failed misses, end up collecting firewood, and Fiontann would eventually get his supper. A meal which would kickstart a friendship that neither of them could have possibly contemplated.
