Four Years Later
Archery, pack hunting, shooting, martial arts, pack training.
Today, I added another record to the ones I already broke over the years; beating Dominic at horse riding for the third time this week.
"And that cousin, is how it's done. Want some consolation prize so you don't go crying to your mummy?"
My cockiness wasn't lost even to my own self, but if I couldn't mock my sweet sweet cousin for losing to me yet again, at a skill he had perfected years before I started training, then what was the fun?
Loser cousin dearest of mine was panting for breath as he dismounted the healthy brown horse which had been undergoing more stress over the past week as a result of its owner trying hard to defeat me,
And of course, failing.
He pulled off his helmet to reveal damp hair stuck to his forehead, his skin flushed from the effort he had put into today's training.
"Were you not beautiful Artemis, you would have just been an ass. Now you get to be a pretty one."
I gave him the midd
