Alice had her impossibly thick hair in a simple braid down her back, over a camp t-shirt and jeans; her usual archery attire. Pulling out her bow from her shoulder, she took a few of her celestial bronze-tipped arrows and set them to the string, testing them.
To be honest, she was bored with constantly shooting at inanimate targets; five years was a long time to do the same thing everyday. She'd like to be at the lake or in the forest fighting monsters, but she also couldn't be bothered to walk that far. So she might as well attempt to make it a little more interesting, she thought, glancing at the other kids around the archery range, waiting for her to finish.
"Anyone want to compete with me?" she called.
To be honest, she was bored with constantly shooting at inanimate targets; five years was a long time to do the same thing everyday. She'd like to be at the lake or in the forest fighting monsters, but she also couldn't be bothered to walk that far. So she might as well attempt to make it a little more interesting, she thought, glancing at the other kids around the archery range, waiting for her to finish.
"Anyone want to compete with me?" she called.