The Haven

(Btw Allen's bow is a long bow, so it's HUGE and has a lot of draw weight. :3.)
Zero must have finished her breakfast because she came trotting over her tail sweeping low on the floor. Allen smiled and leaned over to pet her. He had almost finished repairing the arrows that had broken. He used the thick glue to finish the rest, then patted Z's head affectionately. He decided to take her out to run because he didn't wan't Z becoming fat and lazy. He stood up, grabbed a tennis ball from the shelf, and left his room, Zero trotting behind loyally.
 
Maeve walked out if her room, her falcon, Tara, perched on her shoulder, as she walked down to the practice room. She had four sharp bladed daggers strapped to her belt along with her Tizona bladed short sword. It looked to be made of a metal similar to platinum with a beautifully designed handle that seem to have been made just for her. She walked into the practice room, finding lots of other people practicing as well, she found her own practicing area and put her sword down. She took a dagger out and flunk it at a rounded target that hung from the ceiling a few hundred yards away, give or take. It hit the bulls eye. She whistled a high pitched whistle that was kind of hard to hear, signaling Tara to retrieve her dagger. Her falcon flew over and grabbed the handle in her talons, then brought it back over and dropped it into Maeve's open hand. "Good girl." Maeve smiled, something she hardly did.
(I love your avvie, LOL!!!)

Istalri, Phoenix's falcon, noticed Tara. Istalri puffed up his feathers and shreed proudly while Phoenix retrieved Firefury. Phoenix rubbed his neck feathers absent-mindedly as she stood, Firefury in hand.
 
((I vote yes, but only if it's not too hard for you
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(Okay, I've posted a map of the Haven on the first post.)
Allen pushed through the door to the field. The teachers called it "The Outdoor simulation center" but who wants to call it that every time? He could barely hear the gentle swish of Zero's tail as she looked at him expectantly. Allen threw the tennis ball as hard as he could, which was hard indeed, his arm muscles conditioned from drawing his bow back. Zero took off like a rocket and Allen walked deeper into the field, enjoying it as he usually did.
 

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