Target practice
Nov 20, 2013 11:40:26 GMT -5
Post by Lady Rosalie St. Claire on Nov 20, 2013 11:40:26 GMT -5
She had been busy ever since coming back to Triadon. It finally dawned on her that the state of her clothes was not making it for any appearance at Court thanks to getting all sorts of mussed-up at the Festival grounds, and the mending spree that took place still showed evidence of it in form of gowns of various colors spread throughout her room, though it had started way back on the festival grounds themselves. Time had been taken as well to complete any errands that needed to be done, and nobles found to be trailed after as best she could, though she had yet to find Lord Rupert, as she warned Lady Vivianne prior to her departure. The man had proved to be as slippery as she feared, but thanks to her adjusting to her attempts to sneak around, and familiarizing herself with the castle again, Rose hoped that she’d manage to run into the man sooner or later.
For now, she stole into the castle grounds, her bow and quiver of arrows in hand and with clear intent to seek the archery range. There was some free time for her to use wisely, or rather, not so much, but Rose would always claim that she was learning self-defence if she was ever caught, and with several warnings given, she believed it was high time she practiced some more. Her showing in the archery tournament deserved to be better, and practice was one of the ways to improve upon it. Plus, hopefully, there should be no distractions like at the tournament itself.
Shaking her head to clear it off thoughts, Rose picked an arm guard that would suit her, a finger guard to avoid hurting her fingers on the string, and adjusted them both until she felt comfortable, then placing herself squarely in front of one of the free targets. Thankfully, it seemed like the range was fairly clear, and she’d be able to get a few errors in without being worried about shooting anyone. Taking a deep breath, Rose went through familiar notions – notch the arrow, draw the bowstring tautly back, and let it loose, eyeing the target as the arrow landed at the very edge of it. Thankfully, the courtyard in which the archery range was located was fairly protected from the wind, and the sun wasn’t a glare into her eyes, so she could adjust accordingly. Eyeing the arrow with some displeasure, she notched another and fired it again, enjoying the repetitiveness of it to some point. As the archery tournament showed her, she had yet need to improve, and practicing would be the only way to do so. At least this courtyard was as clear of people as it could get, for now.
Princess Emmaline Carlisle
For now, she stole into the castle grounds, her bow and quiver of arrows in hand and with clear intent to seek the archery range. There was some free time for her to use wisely, or rather, not so much, but Rose would always claim that she was learning self-defence if she was ever caught, and with several warnings given, she believed it was high time she practiced some more. Her showing in the archery tournament deserved to be better, and practice was one of the ways to improve upon it. Plus, hopefully, there should be no distractions like at the tournament itself.
Shaking her head to clear it off thoughts, Rose picked an arm guard that would suit her, a finger guard to avoid hurting her fingers on the string, and adjusted them both until she felt comfortable, then placing herself squarely in front of one of the free targets. Thankfully, it seemed like the range was fairly clear, and she’d be able to get a few errors in without being worried about shooting anyone. Taking a deep breath, Rose went through familiar notions – notch the arrow, draw the bowstring tautly back, and let it loose, eyeing the target as the arrow landed at the very edge of it. Thankfully, the courtyard in which the archery range was located was fairly protected from the wind, and the sun wasn’t a glare into her eyes, so she could adjust accordingly. Eyeing the arrow with some displeasure, she notched another and fired it again, enjoying the repetitiveness of it to some point. As the archery tournament showed her, she had yet need to improve, and practicing would be the only way to do so. At least this courtyard was as clear of people as it could get, for now.
Princess Emmaline Carlisle