Relearning Life (Open)

[Harbor]

Celia smiled, and, seeing Shaelren’s sudden discomfort, started them walking again. ”That’s fair enough,” she supposed. ”I’ll consider it a gift then.” When they returned to the archery range she let go of his hand to warm the wood of her bow as best she could, knowing it would draw easier than if it was solid cold, braced the tip and strung it, having to concentrate to fit the small loop and notched bow tip together. She was always afraid that the tips of the bow were preparing to snap off on her, but apparently the wood was stronger than she thought.

[Brenton]

Shaelren strung his bow with practiced ease as he sighted the archery range and came upon the target fifty paces away which would be perfect warmup shooting. Quickly he put four arrows in the board and stepped back beside Celia. "That's as close as you should ever be to a target. Try to put an arrow next to each of mine. They are in each point ring and often times increase accuracy." Shaelren looked at Celia expectantly.

[Harbor]

Celia drew the string back with her ring finger and smallest finger, since the middle and index were glowering at her already and just daring her to try. The smaller fingers weren't as strong but they did the job nicely enough. Of the four arrows she shot, two missed the target entirely, one landed a foot away from the four arrows, and the next one landed next to the arrow she hadn't been aiming at. "Why oughtn't you stand closer?" she wanted to know, stringing another arrow and taking aim again. It wasn't any harder to aim with non-typical fingers, but her arms already ached from practicing all morning, and she'd only been here a week. According to her mother, it took Isilee two before she started hitting the target with the crossbow she was learning on. Celia had been tickled to hear that her prim and proper mother was skilled with a crossbow, and Isilee had only smiled.