Shoot More Arrows

SUMMARY: The Luckbringers have asked Yelrona to care for the Temple Youth group for the day. "Teach them something you know about," they said! So she's training them in archery. Which is probably not what the Temple had in mind, but breaking and entering would probably upset their parents more. Meanwhile she gets to know Kaj a bit better, and Kaj's squirrel-friend a little better than she'd like. 

Yelrona has set up a number of targets on the storefront of a nearby warehouse, and is providing instructions to half-a-dozen local urchins on how to fire their tentatively-held shortbows. Pedestrians are giving them a VERY wide berth.

Kaj is on his morning break, having unloaded a few metric tons of barrels, he's now enjoying an entire watermelon with a jug of some sort of green juice. And he's enjoying the target practicing even more.

Around him, on him, near him, and eating his food, are the usual Noah's Ark of domestic, feral and somewhere inbetween animals that orbit the vegan, multi-animal-lingual giantborn.

"Don't try to hold the bow drawn, Stefan... yes, I know, it looks very dramatic that way, and it _is_ a great intimidation tactic, but only when you have strong enough arms to look like you aren't about to shoot someone by accident. Just notch, draw, and release. Don't worry about your aim too much right now... it's not going to get better by you standing there. You get better at shooting arrows by...?" she prompts.

"BY SHOOTING ARROWS!" they reply in unison.

"Right!" She approaches Kaj cheerfully and waves at his entourage, except for a bold squirrel who runs up her pant leg. "What, you think you're going to get food from me? Well, let's see..."

She reaches into a pocket and pulls out a live frog. She seems a little startled by it, though also resigned, and hands it to Kaj.

Kaj smiles, speaks to the squirrel and greets the frog as Yel deposits him on the giant's enormous palm. "He's in a lot of pain from the acids in our hands," he says, "Well, not mine, because...gloves." He smiles and replies to the frog.

Yelrona looks at her own gloves, which are admittedly fingerless. "Oh. I didn't know that about frogs." She considers that. "Or is that special about this frog? They keep turning up in my pockets, I'm not really sure what to make of it."

Kaj ponders, "All frogs...think of their skin as sensitive as your eyes and you'll only be exagerating by a little. Somewhere between eyes and lips, perhaps more accurate." He smiles, "I will keep this one, he is very young. And unsure as to how he ended up there." He looks at Yel's pockets expectantly, seeing if they bulge.

"That's a pity. I was hoping you could tell me." Her pockets are indeed bulging... or, well, one of them is, more so as Kaj stares. Rona regards it suspiciously and reaches into it, pulling out a green self-inflating balloon that gets larger as she holds it. It quickly reveals itself as an inflatable frog, and Rona sighs. "Of course."

Kaj raises both bushy blue brows and watches the balloon continue to fill out.

"You must have angered a Priestess of Tarien!"

Yelrona laughs. "Not quite. I _was_ a priestess of Tarien for a time, I'm Their Ruffian now, and the occassional butt of Their exquisitely perverse sense of humor." She rolls her eyes, both exasperated and amused. The frog-balloon drifts into the air.

Kaj raises a brow, assuming a ruffian title is somewhat important but completely ignorant. "That boy just spilled all his arrows. And then those other three did the same by bending down to help him..." he says, pointing his gigantic finger behind her, but still glancing at the frogloon.

Yelrona nods. "They keep doing that," she sighs. "Excuse me a moment..." she returns her attention to the youths. "Remember, you have to stand straight, and -- no, don't!" she says, as one of the urchins takes a shot at the receding balloon... and pops it. "That wasn't a target?" the girl asks, innocently, and Rona laughs. "It was now," she replies. "VERY good. OK, Alyse, I want you to lead the rest of the team on accuracy for the next few minutes while I finish chatting with Kaj here, and then I'll be right back with you."

She turns back to the giant and rolls her eyes. "I am not sure how _anyone_ decided that I should be entrusted with a group of children. I suspect Sandy is behind it somehow."

Kaj shrugs his watermelon-sized shoulder and smiles. "Hard to say, but that girl should be mentored. She picked up a bow for the first time only a few heartbeats ago." He seems genuinely impressed, and it looks like his love for small critters extends to children.

"No doubt, but mentored by someone other than _me_!" Rona cries, returning her attention to the children.