3rd Winter 510 AV
12th Bell
Sami pinched her brow, hard. She had been staring down the archery range for a while now, brow knitting into a line and her head cocking to one side with thought. Around her the dulled beat of arrows striking their targets sounded, whilst the other Yasi continued their training, the slow repeating motion of bodies taking up their stances, the raise and pull of arrows before the whistling release of them through the air. And beneath the heavy sighs and gentle teases from the others being reduced down to a gentle hum in the background. Eyes gave a pinch, a scrutinizing glare to the individual targets of the right. The short bow she had chosen was closed tightly in her left hand, a bundle of arrows for her to try and fire off.
There was a sheepish glance over her shoulder to the gaggle of a class hovering around the second division, a sea of red heads as they were explained the part of the bow. Ears pricked only for a moment, and then the Inarta turned her attention back to her own, looming solo target. Today's aim - quite literally - was to actually hit the target. There was a click of the neck, her feet shuffling round on the spot. Left foot going forward she formed a right angle with them and then made a firm glare at the target. Stretching out the arm before her, she held the bow up straight as if testing the potential length of her pull before once more lowering. Toes wriggling at the shooting line, the girl gave a fumble for the arrow and notched it back, the red brow knitting with concentration.
Feathers were grasped in her fingers, an exhale as she blew the air away and the red fringe to the side. Rigid and solid the girl brought the arrow up, her pulling arm trembling as she drew it back. Teeth clenched into a grimace, her eyes narrowing into a wince - her expression turned and twisted as she tried to focus the tip onto the target. There was the gentle groan, a sign to ease off on her pull. Relaxing the tensing bow string she held the arrow there, and then promptly released it. It screeched past the top of the target, and clattered into the cave wall behind it. There was a firm lean back and away, the firm line of her brow staring upon it. Or at least until her young mouth utter out a curse and the bitter annoyance began to form in her mouth. All she needed now was someone just to come along and simply breathe a mention of her bad shooting to send the flames of angst burning.
12th Bell
Sami pinched her brow, hard. She had been staring down the archery range for a while now, brow knitting into a line and her head cocking to one side with thought. Around her the dulled beat of arrows striking their targets sounded, whilst the other Yasi continued their training, the slow repeating motion of bodies taking up their stances, the raise and pull of arrows before the whistling release of them through the air. And beneath the heavy sighs and gentle teases from the others being reduced down to a gentle hum in the background. Eyes gave a pinch, a scrutinizing glare to the individual targets of the right. The short bow she had chosen was closed tightly in her left hand, a bundle of arrows for her to try and fire off.
There was a sheepish glance over her shoulder to the gaggle of a class hovering around the second division, a sea of red heads as they were explained the part of the bow. Ears pricked only for a moment, and then the Inarta turned her attention back to her own, looming solo target. Today's aim - quite literally - was to actually hit the target. There was a click of the neck, her feet shuffling round on the spot. Left foot going forward she formed a right angle with them and then made a firm glare at the target. Stretching out the arm before her, she held the bow up straight as if testing the potential length of her pull before once more lowering. Toes wriggling at the shooting line, the girl gave a fumble for the arrow and notched it back, the red brow knitting with concentration.
Feathers were grasped in her fingers, an exhale as she blew the air away and the red fringe to the side. Rigid and solid the girl brought the arrow up, her pulling arm trembling as she drew it back. Teeth clenched into a grimace, her eyes narrowing into a wince - her expression turned and twisted as she tried to focus the tip onto the target. There was the gentle groan, a sign to ease off on her pull. Relaxing the tensing bow string she held the arrow there, and then promptly released it. It screeched past the top of the target, and clattered into the cave wall behind it. There was a firm lean back and away, the firm line of her brow staring upon it. Or at least until her young mouth utter out a curse and the bitter annoyance began to form in her mouth. All she needed now was someone just to come along and simply breathe a mention of her bad shooting to send the flames of angst burning.
