Who: Dawn, OTA Where: The archery range What: Passing time.
For some reason, even the thought that it as a supremely bad idea wasn't enough to keep Dawn from visiting the archery range. Of course, that probably had something to do with the idea that she didn't really give a damn. When it got cold, she'd do the smart thing and go back to her room, most likely making a pit stop somewhere that involved having a drink.
As it was now, she was content to work a bit on her aim, lifting the bow to the target and shooting. She was off by an inch or two and frowned. That hadn't happened since she was eighteen. It was probably because she wasn't completely one hundred percent. But she'd be damned if she let a bump on the head keep her in her room.
She took another arrow, placed it correctly and aimed, grinning when her second try hit dead center.