Target practice
Dec 2, 2013 7:02:54 GMT -5
Post by Princess Emmaline Carlisle on Dec 2, 2013 7:02:54 GMT -5
A grateful look thanked Rosalie for her assistance as the guard was secured finally to her arm, a laugh sounding. "Practice makes perfect, is that what you're saying?" Emma was somewhat shorter than Rosalie, forcing her to look up at her lady in waiting as she accepted the bow. "Well, then prepare to have a good laugh at my expense. I promise you, I'll be laughing at my ineptitude. If I hit the target at all, it'll be a major victory." Thank goodness she didn't have to make her way through life as a warrior woman!
Following Rosalie out to the range, Emma watched her carefully, interested as the other continued to take charge of the situation. Doing her best to follow the instructions, she obeyed, taking a stance that didn't feel precisely comfortable until she thought about it - facing it head-on was a recipe for disaster. She would just have to get used to it. The arrow was removed from the quiver and nocked, as Rosalie showed her and the bow lifted. Frowning in concentration, Emma watched at the far smoother motions that were Rosalie's as the bow was drawn and the arrow sent flying. It looked easy, but she knew looks were all too deceiving in these things.
A nod indicated she'd do her best, but she was making no promises. Praying to hit the target and not something living - that would be awkward! - Emma raised the bow and started to draw the string back, only for the arrow to come loose and tumble to her feet. She blinked down at it, gently easing the string back before she shook her head and bent to pick up the arrow, laughing weakly. "Oh yes, this is going to be interesting. I'll be fortunate if I can manage it after ten times!" No Amazon was Emma, that much was for certain!
Lady Rosalie St. Claire
Following Rosalie out to the range, Emma watched her carefully, interested as the other continued to take charge of the situation. Doing her best to follow the instructions, she obeyed, taking a stance that didn't feel precisely comfortable until she thought about it - facing it head-on was a recipe for disaster. She would just have to get used to it. The arrow was removed from the quiver and nocked, as Rosalie showed her and the bow lifted. Frowning in concentration, Emma watched at the far smoother motions that were Rosalie's as the bow was drawn and the arrow sent flying. It looked easy, but she knew looks were all too deceiving in these things.
A nod indicated she'd do her best, but she was making no promises. Praying to hit the target and not something living - that would be awkward! - Emma raised the bow and started to draw the string back, only for the arrow to come loose and tumble to her feet. She blinked down at it, gently easing the string back before she shook her head and bent to pick up the arrow, laughing weakly. "Oh yes, this is going to be interesting. I'll be fortunate if I can manage it after ten times!" No Amazon was Emma, that much was for certain!
Lady Rosalie St. Claire