[Eldrew Whiteone]

The cether could not believe what had just occurred. He had missed the target. Not miss the center, but miss it altogether. He ran through the steps in his mind. Eldrew had taken the proper stance. The arrow had been nocked into the correct position. The bow was held tight enough as to not let it slip from his hand. Fingers pulled the bowstring with the right amount of tension. He aimed. What could have possibly went wrong?


“You forgot to follow through,” the Rangermistress pointed out. “You were impatient. You wanted to see the arrow strike the target. The problem is you dropped your arms after the release of the bowstring.” She shook her head, then said with a laugh, “It happens to everyone the first time. You just need to be patient.”


Another arrow was retrieved from the quiver at her side. Owaten took her stance and carefully walked through each of the steps, repeating them loudly for the halfling. When the arrow was released, her arms never moved. Eldrew watched as the arrow found its mark. Another perfect shot.


The elf motioned for the halfling to attempt another shot. Once again, Eldrew walked through the steps. “Remember Mr. Whiteone,” she spoke from behind him, “do not drop your arms. Focus down the shaft of the arrow after release.” She quieted herself. THANG! The arrow flew from the bow. Eldrew’s left arm remained extended. Success, barely. The arrow had hit the target, but right along the left side. Another centimeter and it would have sailed past it.