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Jan 21, 2006 18:31

Often since coming to the island, Jon had thought wistfully of the Wall and its structured lifestyle, the routine he had used to set the pace of his life and give him focus and order. Now, though, since Robb and Arya's coming, he'd found himself in a pattern almost as set as the one he missed so badly. Working on expanding (and strengthening) the shelter, hunting, his daily run... he almost never found himself sitting alone on the beach as he so often had.

Today, though, he was picking up a promise he'd let drop for almost a week-- he and Susan were practicing shooting again. Having both bested the range available in the small field, and needing a longer distance to really challenge themselves, they had begun using a clearing further up and further in, one almost twice as big that afforded them almost a three-hundred foot distance to mark. It was a longer walk, to be certain; it took nearly an hour to reach, but Jon thought it was worth it. Both for the extra challenge, and for the diminished likelihood of someone walking into their line of fire.

They were nearly there when Jon stopped and uncorked his water gourd, taking a sip before passing it to Susan. "It's hotter today than it was yesterday," he remarked, eyeing the cloudy sky warily.

susan

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