ROOTIN TOOTIN SHOOTIN ☆ archery

[S. PENDRAGON]

WHEN THE COLD WIND IS A-CALLING

One thing that always reminded her of home was sparring and archery, she enjoyed archery quite a bit too. Glancing around at her home, Sophiea would leave with the egg tucked closely to her side, she had knitted a small carrier where the egg would be with her at all times. She needn't worry bout it growing cold either since it was pressed close to her side, she drew a soft breath through an item that she held within her grasp. A bow. Sophi had stole a few arrows from her cousin with the decision to try her paw at archery after such a long time, she could still remember the poise she had to take and such. Familiar. Once, she found a good clearing with nobody around would she drop the bow and few arrows, she ran to a tree deeming it as her target where she used charcoal to slowly make the bullseye ignoring the fact that her pristine, petite stark paws were going dark from the charcoal as well.

Moving back, she nodded slowly feeling quite satisfied with herself and picked up the bow slowly only to move it so it rested on her shoulder. She fumbled around a bit with the arrow but it wasn't long until she held down onto the nock with her teeth and one of her paws pushing the bow until it was stretched far enough. She concentrated her attention onto the bullseye, closed her own eyes for a moment, then reopened them eventually releasing the nock. The arrow shot through the air and hit one of the outer rings... Not the bulleyes. "Damn," She hissed through her teeth, she had hit one of the rings, at least. Sophiea would place another arrow forward, lifting the bow a bit and trying to figure out how to hit the bulleyes. Maybe a bit of leverage and stepping back is what she did, pulling the nock once more with her jaws. She took a moment before letting it go, this time a bit closer to the bulleyes but she still hadn't hit it.

She sat down setting the bow to the side, Sophi taking a moment to look over the egg to make sure none of her movements had bothered it in any way. She brought forward her journal beginning to scribble a few things down with pencil, Sophi glancing up a few times to look at the bulleyes. She would have to probably pester Eternalknight on how he managed to get a bulleyes the first few times, she would huff out with a shake of her cranium "Lazy sod," She had to drag him out of the house at some point.

AND THE SKY IS CLEAR AND BRIGHT
MISTY MOUNTAINS SING AND BECKON, LEAD ME OUT INTO THE LIGHT

— Reggan