Isra clapped along with the rest of the crowd as he consistently hit the targets dead centre. "How did you learn to do that?" she whispered to him.
"Oh," she wasn't sure what to say to that. She wondered if anyone back home felt the same way about her. Not that anyone back home would play pranks one her. It wasn't something she would have thought to do either.
"I bet," she said quietly. She thought that would be nice. Being important had never seemed much more than a burden to her. Not that she hated it and she did, unlike everyone else, get to escape the turmoil of her world from time to time because of it. But it would be nice to be able to be more than just a burden on the people she moved between. To be able to be what she was meant to. She frowned and turned her attention back to the show. Blindfolded? "No way," she said out loud.