fandomtownies | The Preserve, Late Thursday Morning

Natalie had finally gotten her bow after the break week trip. She'd even taken the time to practice since then, if handwavily. But this was the first time she'd decided to actually go outside and out in the preserve for a while.

She'd found herself a quiet clearing (although a squirrel had chittered pretty vehemently at her from a tree she'd passed at one point) to practice in, where she was unlikely to hit anyone or anything when some (if not most) of her arrows missed the tree she was using to hold up her simple piece of paper of a target. Failure was fine. She knew she'd get better with time, and it felt like that was about all she had. At least until graduation. And she wasn't thinking about graduation. She was thinking about nocking the arrows, remembering to breathe right, and lining up her shots. It was like when she was at the piano. Other things fell away. Her head was clear.

She found she quite liked it out here. And when a few back to back arrows actually hit the target, she liked it even more.

[ooc: Omg finally getting around to this. Open!]