WHO: Merida and OPEN WHAT: Target Practice WHEN: Tuesday afternoon WHERE: The woods WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Open/Ongoing
It never got this nice this early in the year in the Highlands. It had its own sort of beauty, aye, but the flowers and warm weather didn't usually start until much later. She had to admit that she liked that. The cool, damp springs they had could be gloomy, to say the least.
Today she had decided to take advantage of the weather and made her way into the woods with her bow and arrow to practice. She knew that she was one of the best archers here - but that didn't mean she didn't have to train. She was good because she had practiced - even when her mother had told her that it had been unladylike. Pfft to ladylike! She knew that some day she would have to be Queen, but she hoped that she could redefine exactly what that meant. There was nothing wrong with how her mother did it, not at all, but it just wasn't her way. And she wanted to do things her way.
Reaching her favorite clearing, she put up her targets and began to notch an arrow to her bow. She let it fly, and it missed the bullseye by a quarter of an inch. She swore in Gaelic and grabbed another arrow from her quiver. Her aim was off today. Or maybe she'd forgotten to account for the wind...