Fallon gave a smile “Alabast, pleasure to meet. Fallon Skylar is my name. And the Mithryn Outpost, I’ve been there once or twice. But I was a lot younger back then,” there was a low chuckle “And your mother has managed to do a good job in drilling manners into you it seems. Don’t worry about keeping them around me; I’m use to more blunt and boorish natures as it is.”
There was a flash of a grin before she turned her attention once more to the target before her. The bow raised and the arrow was nocked. Her fingers sheepishly gave it a second tug as she drew it back. She heard the words of the squire, and acted upon them. She flexed her fingers around the feathers, trying to lighten her hold on it whilst keeping it under control and most importantly to prevent it from wobbling. She straightened herself out, her form almost turning rigid as all of her focus was poured into the invisible line that would of lead her to the target. Her eyes narrowed down upon it, her arrow arm raising as it was pulled back.
Here goes nothing! she clenched her eyes shut and fired.
There was a loud twang as the arrow slid forward a few feet and landed on the ground with a resounding thud. She gave a blink and stared down at the floor, her brow creasing at it. There was silence, a moment set for deep contemplation, before she let out a laugh “Well that didn’t work. Just have to try again I guess.”
Reaching down she picked up the arrow and returned to her position. It was the process of learning, there was little she could do whilst learning, for the majority of it was left down to trial and error now. Her feet were planted firmly to the floor, her shoulders rolling back as she straightened herself out once more. Inhaling deeply the bow was brought up once more, and the arrow gingerly placed back.
Take it slow this time. No rush. No need to try and beat him. This isn’t a race after all, She inhaled deeply, her eyes focusing upon the point of the arrow once more What did I do wrong? Did I not pull it back enough? Or was the arrow not in place?
Her eyes slid down the arrow shaft and once more to the nock, her fingers feeling it and turning it slid into place against the bow string. She raised it once more, her feet shuffling into position and holding fast. Her lips pursed, the bow string being pulled back once more, with the arrow following shortly after. There she held it, arm trembling as the tendons felt the strain. It came level with her eye once more, her elbow right back this time, her eyes going down the length of the arrow and to the target before her.
“Take 2,” she murmured and released the arrow. It shot through the air, further this time, and came to a halt after imbedding itself into the ground between the targets. Her aim was off, she knew that, but it was progress- and progress was a sign of learning. All she had to do now was be able to repeat and practice, “Like that?”