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Post by Erika Wyndham on Feb 25, 2017 16:02:15 GMT
Erika had almost found it too good to be true when she first got here. Nobody seemed to be using the archery range. Even in the afternoon where the sun was shining bright and there was an occasional breeze that whipped through her platinum blonde locks...There was nobody here. The peek hours of the day where the academy was typically littered with students, here and there, the archery range seemed like a lost oasis that had yet to be found. Then again, the second year had to think to herself practically. Archery was not exactly a mainstream sport and though her old middle school used to do it as an extra curricular activity, when she had moved to England, she saw that archery was almost seen as a fantasy sport. A "ye olde" type of sport; one that was glamorized in popular culture rather than taken as seriously as other more mainstream sports such as basketball, football, baseball, even American football. Nonetheless, archery had its own allure that if Erika was being honest with herself, she missed.
It hurt her soul that she had to give up archery in high school to make it from day to day. Her upperclassmen were even asking her why she was quitting telling her that she was a natural. One of the vice captains had even told her she was going to be a captain when she got a bit older. The teleporter did not have it her heart to admit to her friends and schoolmates that she had to give up her passion just so that she could slide by in paying for the bills at home. It was something that she had enjoyed so much when she was in middle school. It came so natural to her. And here she was, yet again, faced with that same passion, thankfully under much better circumstances. Her hands slid across the targets memorizing the grey, blue, red, and yellow zones. Erika turned to a trunk and blew on the dust a bit smoothing it out before opening it. Inside laid a mahogany quiver with a thick band. She pulled it out of the chest and inspected smiling to herself that it was in such a pristine condition as if it were waiting for her to use it all along.
It was too much for Erika to resist. She quickly fumbled through the rest of the chest grinning deeply as she found a durable shooting tab and stuck it through her point finger and thumb on her left hand and quickly grasping a right hand arrow. The blonde teleported from her standing over to the end of the field in a firm, yet relaxed stance. She breathed in with her nose and out with her mouth just as she was taught by her middle school and high school upperclassmen. Relaxing her shoulders and giving just enough pressure to handle of the quiver as she aimed, she simultaneously breathed out with her mouth and let the arrow's aim run true. It hit the larger, outer red circle. A seven...She mused to herself. Erika figured as much. She was rusty. After having not participated in the sport for such a long time, she was just happy there was a range here. It was relaxing. This placed eased her mind. Yet all the while, it did make her miss her friends back in both Japan and England. She sighed softly in a melancholy sort of manner as she teleported back to the target stand. Winding her right arm, she grabbed three more arrows and pulled the shot arrow out of the target, before teleporting back to her former position on the opposite of the range.
"Elf" was what her former Japanese team had called her. Both due to her short height and the fact that she looked like a character out of a fantasy manga novel every single time she shot an arrow. One friend of hers, Aya, had told her that they should use her as a poster to advertise for the archery team. They could edit the photo with the help of the photography team. Erika laughed out a denial back then saying that that was corny and embarrassing. But they did it anyway because corny and embarrassing made fun memories to look back on. It was the most cringey photo mostly due to the edits, but she loved it anyway. Erika paused as she pulled away from her shooting position. The blonde had wondered if she could even make memories like that ever again. She had hoped that maybe she could do things like that with other people on campus; maybe even better memories now that she was older. WORDS: 784 TAGS: N/A NOTES: Open to anyone!~
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It was a peaceful day outside. The sun was bright and warm; the grass was dewy and crisp; the wind was fresh and quiet. It seemed everyone was set to start out with a good day with weather like this. There was nothing more a person could truly ask for.
Well, except for Emery, that is.
Truth be told, after the cafeteria fiasco of her spilling her coffee in front of the entire school, she’s gotten backlash for it. Some kids call her ‘Coffee girl’ now. Ugh. Just imagining the name makes her cringe. She honestly thought at an exceptional and extraordinary school like Aurora Academy there wouldn’t be bullying like this, but she was wrong. Oh, was she ever wrong.
That’s where she found herself today: avoiding the masses. With her handy fireball at her shoulder’s side, floating around due to her unconscious level of fear, Emery made her way across the outside fields and found herself standing outside the martial dojo. She wasn’t particularly attracted to the building, per se, but wanted a place with peace and quiet. Oddly enough, there were no students around. Something that should’ve tipped her off at midday’s peak, but that she failed to notice due to her current state of mind.
Opening the door ajar, wincing at the creaking sound it made to any people that could be nearby, she quickly hurried herself inside and closed the door behind with a loud THUD. She walked through the empty area with a heavy heart, hoping to see no one and grateful that she did. Deciding to waltz toward the back of the dojo, it didn’t take her long to realize the area turned into an archery range. She never personally did archery – hell, she’d never done any sports of any kind before. Emery didn’t understand the concept of sports and rivalries and competitions. It all seemed like acts that inevitably led to conflict, and conflict was something she avoided at all costs. Getting into a fight with another on purpose was a foreign concept to her.
Letting out a slow breath and taking in the calming atmosphere of the quiet range, she walked further down the aisle and suddenly noticed another girl at the range, instantly freezing in her tracks at the sight of her. The girl appeared around her age, with long platinum blonde hair and a fantasy-like look about her. Emery didn’t recognize the girl, but surely she’ll look over and recognize her as ‘Coffee girl’. Probably throw a few laughs in. The fireball at her shoulder’s side flickered with her anxiety rising.
Deciding to make the first move out of there, she made a quick, polite bow toward the girl in case she saw her before promptly twirling on her foot and heading toward the exit, prepared to leave before saying a word.
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Post by Erika Wyndham on Feb 26, 2017 5:37:28 GMT
The teleporter had taken another offensive stance narrowing her eyes on the target before her in an attempt to cast away the melancholy thoughts of homesickness. This was her new home now and she would make the best of it. It was, if she was being honest, and oasis in her previously awful life. No longer did Erika have to wake up early mornings. No longer did she have to beg for extra hours at multiple job locations just to scrape by. This was as close to freedom as Erika was going to get before going to college and she figured to make the best of it. Sure, she would always miss her friends, but if she followed her mother's instructions to always keeping smiling, she figured that someone would smile back and become a friend. With that new found determination, Erika steeled herself. She was going to make the center. At least, that's what the blonde kept telling herself hoping that she would will it into fruition. Her arm was firm, yet relaxed once again. This time she paused as to not rush heserlf and the need she felt to aim towards the center. She breathed in deeply through her nose before exhaling and closing her eyes, looking down and widening her feet a tad bit more, she lifted her head up a bit and focused squarely on the target before releasing another arrow. With a muted pop, it hit into the larger circle of the yellow zone.
A nine.
"Almost there." She breathed to no one in particular, until her ears perked up at the sound of the large metal door to the dojo opening. So someone was here? Maybe another archer? Erika placed the quiver down behind her. Her mind rattled through what excuse she could give if the owner of the quiver had walked through to ther archery range. None seemed likely at the most and at best, the blonde looked like a child being caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Nonetheless, she had asserted that maybe talking things out would be for the best and laying out that it was not her intention to steal anyone's supplies. Erika's head turned towards the entryway as she could hear the soft padding of footsteps heading towards her direction and her magenta eyes met a young girl with fiery, red hair and...was that an actual fireball swirling around her head? Cool. She seemed to have downcast brown eyes though like she was a bit depressed about something. Erika cocked her head inquisitively. Well, that wouldn't do. After spotting the archer at the range, she seemed to mistake her for wanting privacy as she bowed politely and turned away making for a quick exit. And she figured that she was not an archer and furthermore not the owner of the quiver or the bows here, which was a relief for her. Erika still had not come up with a possible excuse except maybe feigning ignorance that she thought it was the school's public property? Yeah, that was as good as any excuse and maybe if she put on enough of a show, someone would be bound to believe her.
In the mean time, the blonde wouldn't give the redheaded student a chance to get very far. She easily teleported right before the girl offering her a beaming smile. "You're not just going to leave, are you?" Erika regarded with a thick London accent. The platinum blonde opted for English to be the best choice of language. It was a common neutrality. Everyone seemed to know English here. She offered her hand out to the girl. "Sorry if I gave you a bit of a fright. My name is Erika Wyndham. What's yours?" Erika could not really recall her meeting many people and she was certain she had never met this girl before, but the archer was always willing to make a new friend. WORDS: 658 TAGS: @emery NOTES: Thanks Messy for joining me!~ LOL
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2017 23:39:09 GMT
This was just great.
Emery tsked herself as she made her way toward the archery exit. It was just her luck that she stumbled upon someone who was clearly in the middle of practice, someone who was alone and therefore probably wanting some peace and quiet. She seemed to find herself stumbling into a lot of situations these days. This was probably the reason everyone was beginning to find nicknames for her; despite the fact that Emery was, without a doubt, a people pleaser above anything else, she couldn’t seem to catch a break and actually please anyone these days. The irony didn’t pass her by.
As she neared the door, the archer girl from the range suddenly appeared before her. Letting out a surprised “Eep!” and instinctively covering her face with guarded hands, her trusty fireball swirled protectively around her head a full three times at a quickened speed. It took her a moment to recognize the voice asking her if she was truly leaving as the girl’s voice, and another moment for her to hesitantly lower her arms back to her sides.
It might’ve surprised the girl about her cautious actions toward her, but to Emery it wasn’t careful enough. The experience reminded her of times with her mother, and while she had never been physically abused, the trauma of being constantly locked away in that dreadful closet had made her a person on-edge. She had learned not to take her life for granted, and to always treat others with respect on the off-chance they’ll treat her the same way her mother once did. That was the last thing she wanted: to be seen as a bother.
Coming back to reality, she vaguely realized she had been so shaken up that she found herself blinking tears from her tired eyes. Embarrassed, she raised a fist to wipe the last of the evidence away before turning her attention back to the girl before her – Erika, as she introduced herself. “Ah, that’s alright,” she replied shakily when Erika apologized for giving her a fright. Truth be told she was still calming her racing heart; how the girl appeared directly before her scared the living daylights out of her. It wasn’t every day someone did that – it was a first, to be exact – and she still wasn’t sure how she did that. It must’ve been some sort of extraordinary ability of hers.
When Erika asked her for her name, she released a slow, steady breath as the flickering of the fireball above her shoulder began to gradually die down. “My name is Emery,” she introduced, reaching out to shake the girl’s offered hand. “Emery Elwood. I apologize for walking in on your lesson. I didn’t realize anyone was back here.”
Those words bounced in her head for a second. Didn’t realize anyone was back here? Part of her gift was sensing others without the need for sight. She realized at that moment she must’ve been so shaken up from the others’ teasing before that she didn’t notice or pay attention to Erika’s presence in the dojo. Whether that was some sort of sign or fate for the two to meet, Emery wasn’t sure.
Letting her hand fall back to her side, she tilted her head and noticed at that moment the two arrows lodged into the target post from a distance. Raising her brow, Emery turned back to face Erika and asked politely, “Are those yours? That’s very impressive. I’ve never tried before.” Realizing the possibly embarrassing and shameful admission she just made, she quickly shook her head and raised her hands defensively. “I mean, not that it hasn’t interested me. I’m just not into the competition of it is all. Not that that’s a problem if you are…I just…” she reeled, trying to make the conversation less confrontational but failing miserably.
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Post by Erika Wyndham on Feb 27, 2017 16:40:28 GMT
Surprise, Erika was used to when it came to her using her teleportation powers. It did tend to make people a bit jumpy, especially if they did not expect her to use them. To first years, it did startle them a bit, but the response was only temporary and usually the platinum blonde would offer them an apologetic smile. On the contrary, third and fourth years were hardly phased at all, and it made her wonder if it was because they might've encountered upperclassmen (who were probably now alumni) with similar or the exact same powers, or if they just failed to care because they had seen so many use their abilities before. But the redhead's reaction was nothing like she had seen before. It was genuinely frightened and the platinum blonde leaned back as the small flame that orbited the startled student seem to mimic the outcry in response by tripling its revolving speed. Magenta eyes widened as Erika leaned back a bit to give the flame its space. The last thing she had ever wanted to do was treat yet another burn scar. The half-Brit winced at the brief memory. She scratched her head and offered the usual apologetic smile, but upon further inspection, Erika noticed that the girl seemed to genuinely be crying and it made her feel a bit guilty. The blonde's smile turned crooked and she was about to apologize in a more profuse manner, but the redhead's "Ah, that's alright." had stopped her short.
Erika paused to allow the girl to gather herself together. She looked so pale as if she saw a ghost, and in a way, the magenta-eyed girl figured she was not too far off. If she wanted, the mixed girl could easily use her powers to put any horror movie to shame, but that would never be in her normal intentions. Maybe Halloween though. She mused to herself as she curiously watched the girl gather her breath and the flame die down from its previously erratic movements. Erika could now place a name to her face as Emery Elwood and she beamed at at least being able to make acquaintances with someone else. Erika shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, but no need for apologies!~ There's no lesson here. I just wanted some practice. It's...been a while since I've been on an archery range. A bit o'nostalgia here is all." the blonde responded with an aloof shrug of her shoulders before pulling the quiver from behind her back between the two girls. "These aren't mine. I was borrowing it for a bit, so if you could keep it a secret, that would be much obliged." Erika followed up with a silly wink before turning just slightly to inspect another right-handed arrow. She turned back to face Emery once she had asked if the two arrows she shot were hers. Erika laughed brightly. "Yup. Thank you, though I'm a bit rusty. That first shot was hardly any good at all."
Erika found Emery's fumbling endearing. Just from her smaller reactions, she could tell that maybe Emery was shy, if somewhat introverted, but what stuck out in the platinum blonde's mind was why she looked so down earlier. The second year noted that the redhead said that she had never tried archery before. Maybe an archery lesson would cheer her up a bit? "I've competed in a couple of competitions. I got my first, first place in my last year of middle school." she turned back stepping a bit away from Emery as she pulled herself into a striking position with the quiver and another arrow. Aiming for her target, she let out a balanced breath. "It's such a great sport. You learn patience..." she spread her legs apart. "Balance in breath, stature, and mind," she let the bowstring go as the arrow whizzed into the center. A perfect ten. "Plus, it's a great work out for the upper body!~" she turned back facing the redhead before her. "You want to give it a go?" Erika had hoped that at the very least, whatever feeling Emery was feeling from before, she could help dissolve whatever negative feelings she had from before with putting something else on her mind. Something a lot more pleasant. Archery often worked for her, maybe, it could work for Emery too. And if not, positive memories were always better than negative ones. Erika would treat this as a bonding experience with another student.
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Emery felt her heart lighten a touch as she listened to Erika’s words, bringing her mind at ease once more. It was funny, really; the blonde’s English accent didn’t seem to match with her delicate face. She had been expecting a light, airy, possibly whimsical voice, but this worked too. Who was she to judge voices? She didn’t care too much for her own, after all. In fact, Emery’s voice often came across as slow and methodical – something she didn’t see herself as at all. She saw herself as easily breakable and often clumsy with her words, though her stoic face gave the opposite impression of being systematic and calculating.
It just goes to show you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Or face. Or voice, for that matter.
She shook her head, coming back to reality as Erika finished explaining her history with archery, being more on the modest side of the scale. Emery looked back and forth between the arrows on the target and the girl before her, raising a red brow in response. “Rusty? That’s certainly better than I could ever do.” Fearing she might’ve offended the girl once more, she quickly added in, “But I’m not knowledgeable on the sport, so I’ll take your word for it.”
When Erika mentioned the lessons learned, Emery felt her eyes widen in surprise. “Really?” she asked hesitantly, shifting from one foot to another. Her fireball swirled around her head in slow motions, much less chaotic than before. “You learn all that from a sport? Those sound…wonderful. I know I could certainly use more balance in my life. It’s just…sports seem violent to me, and I try to avoid conflict if I can.” She felt her cheeks burn slightly at the mention of her inner fear, but for some reason she felt at ease enough around the girl to bring it up in the first place.
As Emery watched Erika make another shot and hit the target dead-center seemingly effortlessly, she found herself clapping on the sidelines with the hint of a smile crossing her features. Archery didn’t seem so bad. There were no other people at the moment, which meant there were no chances of any fights or conflict. No competition.
Erika asked her if she wanted to try, and Emery felt her hands slow to a stop mid-clap. She froze. Did she want to try? She was just convincing herself there would be no issues with conflict for the sport, but that didn’t necessarily mean she wanted to experience it herself. Then again, if she refused now, Erika might get upset and that would cause a conflict all on its own. Ugh. She could never win with her logic.
Letting out a heavy sigh, she did her best to appear eager and not the nervous wreck she currently felt like. “Sure,” she tried, forcing a smile across her worried features. This was going out of her comfort zone, but if she didn’t do this Erika would probably be disappointed. Or angry. Boy, did she want to avoid that. Walking to the side and grabbing another bow from the inventory, Emery placed herself at Erika’s side and felt her nerves getting the best of her. She wasn’t even sure how to begin. Reaching for an arrow before hesitating, she turned to face the other girl and voiced her concerns.
“So, how do you usually start throwing an arrow?” Throwing an arrow? She winced at her words, but waited patiently for Erika’s reply.
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Post by Erika Wyndham on Mar 1, 2017 16:23:02 GMT
“Rusty? That’s certainly better than I could ever do.” At that, Erika had to laugh followed with a "Yeah? Trust me, if my upperclassmen back home saw that shot, I'd be in for a good ol' talking. They would have none of that." If she were back at home in Japan, she would probably get scolded by her upperclassmen. "You can do better than that!~" They would tell her. Which was the truth. She could if she put her mind to it. She had done so much better. She had seen times where she could release three arrows into their targets consecutively with her teleportation powers, though she always did that in secret. The blonde never let anyone catch on to her powers. If she were being quite honest, there were times where the second year had wondered how she had managed to keep her powers so secretive for so long. It felt like such a relief for being able to be in a school where she did not have to hide her gifts. There was no lengthy explanations that needed to be said. No off-handed, little white lies that the half-Brit would have to conjure up. People just...knew. And accepted it for that matter. So far, coming to this school offered little room for regret in Erika's case. It felt nothing short of a paradise to her.
Her magenta eyes met Emery's widened, doe-like reddish-brown eyes and slightly tinted cheeks. Despite, the redhead's somewhat colder outward appearance and her introverted nature, Emery genuinely seemed like a sweet girl. Erika had hoped that they could become friends. Emery did not seem much older than Erika and she had hoped they were in the same year, and furthermore, the same classroom would be even better. Having a friend on campus would make the Brit seem less...alone. Furthermore, Emery seemed genuinely interested in the sport or at least what qualities she had previously stated that it had to offer and that surprised Erika a bit. If she had to think about it, yes, sports tended to be violent, especially the mainstream ones. And archery itself was used for hunting practices, but there was more than conflict. Learning discipline was a factor that she was always taught, in fact, she had not even thought about the more violent aspects that sports had to offer because fun was typically what she associated with them. "I suppose you're right. Sports do engage in conflict, but sometimes, conflict can be a good thing. Rather than thinking about it as something to avoid, maybe try and think about it as something you'd like to overcome? Step by step of course. Can't go bum-rushing into a challenge, but if you always avoid it, that feeling of success and fulfillment never comes, does it?"
Erika mocked bowed with a laugh as Emery clapped. Through her bangs, she could see Emery's expression change into a bit more cheerful than before. That was progress. As Erika had offered the redhead to try, she could sense the hesitation not just in her voice, but she could gloss it over her features too. She would not force her, but the girl had seemed committed and the platinum blonde was not going to judge. She was a beginner, heck Erika could remember when she first picked up the bow she launched an arrow way off target into a tree. It nearly struck a bird. As Emery pulled out a quiver and an arrow, the second year put her quiver and bow down and inspected Emery's position. She seemed anxious and Erika made it her first priority to try and make her feel as comfortable as she could with trying something new. She placed her pale pink-painted fingers overtop of Emery's and gave her a relaxed and reassuring smile. "Step by step right? You're not wrong in 'throwing,' The quiver is considered the extension of a person's arm. Your arm acts as the guide to where you want the arrow to go. Your quiver will do the 'throwing.' But first thing's first, before we even launch arrows, I have to know what your dominant hand is. Are you right-handed like me? Left-handed? Or ambidextrous? We'll start slow. Knowing your stance is key before actually launching an arrow, Emery." The redhead seemed like she had loads of potential that she did not even see in herself. Erika had hoped that with a bit more practice, she would be able to bring that potential out. And if she wanted, maybe the two of them could start an archery club at Aurora Academy. But only if she wanted. the blonde reflected, making sure not to get so far ahead of herself.
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Emery felt her nerves relaxing around the platinum blonde. She found it odd and exciting; after all, it wasn’t every day that she got the chance to throw an arrow. She lightly shook her head and tsked at her words, but it nevertheless didn’t change the truth: this was a first for her. And firsts…were something thrilling. She could feel the anxiety kicking in, clawing up to her throat, but she swallowed it down and kept her face as she usually did in the midst of a challenge – stoic and brave.
Her ears perked up at the sound of Erika’s voice, listening to the young girl talk about conflict in such a mature manner – speaking of the subject like a challenge, something Emery was just thinking about. She had never considered it to be something of that nature. Rather, she always looked at conflict for the face value it was: violence. Erika was right, though. It was something she wanted to overcome. This fear of conflict for her was something she’d wanted to overcome for a long time. Since…her throat tightened as she came to realize this fear had been around since her mother.
Emery’s mother had been a vital part of her life since a young age – for more than just the obvious reason of being her parent. Her mother had raised her on her own, and had taught her to be afraid of getting anything wrong in life. If she were to say or do the wrong thing, off she was sent to the dark closet in their home, locked away for hours at a time despite her being a child. Her mother always liked things a certain way, and was a strict parent to say the least.
If it wasn’t for her, Emery wouldn’t be such a people-pleaser. If it wasn’t for her, Emery could have her own personality and opinions instead of always warping her beliefs to fit the needs of others.
Her mind eased up at the feel of fingers atop her own, looking up slightly startled to a reassuring Erika. Giving a brief nod in response, she listened to her words like she would a teacher, absorbing the lesson for everything it was worth.
Oh, so a bow was actually called a quiver? She felt her cheeks heat up at the mistake, but didn’t voice this to avoid embarrassment.
“I’m right-handed,” she answered dutifully, looking down at her right hand to confirm this. Her grip held the wood of the quiver strongly, and she chose to lighten up her hand to avoid breaking the thing. She needed to relax. Yes, everything she was learning was new to her, but she didn’t want to scare off her new company. She rather liked Erika – the girl had originally scared the crap out of her, sure, but she had a calming presence about her. Almost like a motherly presence; the irony of their situation didn’t pass her.
Deciding to voice her thoughts, Emery chose her next words carefully to avoid potentially upsetting Erika. “You…thank you. For teaching me this. I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I don’t really have anyone that would go out of their way to do something like this for me. You’re a good person.” She flashed a brief, light smile her way. “So thanks again.” Friend was on the tip of her tongue, but she held herself back as she always does. Not wanting to risk ruining the moment.
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Post by Erika Wyndham on Mar 6, 2017 4:22:25 GMT
The small ember orbiting around Emery was nothing short of hypnotizing. Erika had watched it rotate from an erratic flame to its now bucolic, passive state. This, the second year could not help but think seemed to mimic the red-head's direct emotions even to go as far as to say they were a direct reflection of them. Her magenta eyes focused on it for a slight moment getting a bit distracted from the topic at hand which was to teach Emery how to "throw an arrow." Ha!~ "Throw," how cute!~ Erika smiled to herself thinking that they should make that a thing between the two of them. It would be interesting to see them say that to each other and have people who overhear look at them questioningly. It was a funny thing really. How Emery had become her first friend on this campus and how she was already ready to create fond memories with her. It gave her a glimpse of that feeling from before. A glimpse of that freedom that she was truly seeking. A sense of belonging that she had not felt since her father was always constantly there behind her back traumatizing her. It was a feeling that she would have liked to have felt more often.
At the mention of Emery responding that she was right-handed, Erika immediately took one of the arrows that she had held from before, and passed it along to her. "You're just like me. We're both right-handed." The feeling of commonality made the platinum blonde haired girl even bubblier if that was even possible. Following that up, Erika gave the garnet-eyed girl her next set of instructions: "The next thing that we have to work on is your stance. Everyone has their own comfortable version of it, but the most important things to make sure is that the knees are slightly bent; your back is straight;" gently, she fixed Emery into that position, "Your thumb is tucked in to your fist and your grip is not too tight." She checked Emery's grip, tapping her fingers lightly to tell her to loosen it. Stance was definitely key in to making sure that one could get close enough to her target. Erika took her time though. This was new to Emery and she hope that she wasn't sounding to dictative or demanding to the ruby-haired high schooler. Erika made sure to pause between each instruction so that she could check out Emery's stance bit by bit. Furthermore, she did not want to rush into anything else without Emery getting the basics. Stance was half the battle.
While the second year was instructing her, she did not want to make it seem like it was a formal instruction. Erika was glad that Emery found herself in a state of ease with her, at least, that's what she went off of based upon her accompanying flame, she didn't want everything to seem so formal between the two of them. The heliotrope-eyed girl wanted to know more about Emery. She was honestly curious. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what is your classification?" As Erika had duly noted, they did not seem that far apart in age, but looks tended to be deceiving in more ways than one at such a gifted school. Who knew? She had hoped they were in the same year though. It would probably be a bit easier seeing her around the school and most especially homeroom which sometimes, Erika opted not to show up to. She would probably be more inclined to go if Emery was there though.
“You…thank you. For teaching me this. I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I don’t really have anyone that would go out of their way to do something like this for me. You’re a good person. ...So thanks again." The platinum blonde's eyes widened. "Thank you." It was such a simple word, but coming from Emery it meant so much. She had not heard that word in such a long time it honestly seemed foreign to Erika for a moment. She flushed at the compliment. "I-Tis nothing at all." the mixed Brit laughed out in a fluster. "I'm just thankful that I get to pick up archery again and teach it to someone. It really brought back some memories for me, and it got me a new friend in the process, so I honestly think it's a great sport." Erika genuinely liked Emery. She was quiet and shy, nervous and dutiful, but sweet all the same. She had an expression that was willing to learn and though Erika wanted to keep it down, it was beginning to make her emotional. Emery was her first friend and Aurora Academy and the happiness from that was nothing short of fulfilling. WORDS: 801
TAGS:@emery & open to anyone else who would like to hop on it!~
NOTES: Sorry it took me so long Messy!~ I was so busy over the weekned!~
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2017 0:34:27 GMT
“You’re just like me. We’re both right-handed.”
Emery vaguely heard the second sentence; she was too focused on the first part. The fact that she was like someone else without even trying was an odd feeling. Granted, it was just a case of being left or right handed, the latter of which was the majority of the population. She didn’t find it special to be right-handed at all, but now knowing Erika shared the same dominant hand made it somehow different. Somehow special. A fuzzy feeling bubbled its way from her stomach up to her chest, and Emery felt her cheeks heat up. She really needed to get a hold of herself.
Coming back to focus, she listened quietly as Erika began instructing her on how to stand and hold the quiver. Bending her knees just slightly, she straightened her back and let out a soft breath to relax. She felt Erika give her fingers a tap and gave her a questioning look before realizing she was still gripping the quiver too tight. She took another breath and willed her fingers to loosen, slowly easing her fingers to relax and have a looser grip.
She hoped she wasn’t coming across as too much of an amateur. Erika was clearly an expert when it came to archery, and she didn’t want to offend her by being such a beginner. The two were getting along so well already, and Emery felt somehow safe around her. It was amazing what an hour could change between two people. Before she met her, she wasn’t sure she could ever be herself around another person. To be frank, she still wasn’t completely sure; after all, she didn’t want to mess things up after coming this far.
When Erika asked her for her classification, Emery tilted her head a bit in confusion. “You mean my year?” she asked. “I’m a second year at Aurora Academy. Although I just joined this year, so I’m still new and learning my way around.” She felt her embarrassment rise a touch at that confession. “What about your year? If you don’t mind me asking.” Emery had hoped they were the same. Even if they weren’t, perhaps they had classes together and she simply hadn’t noticed. Elective classes had mixed year students, after all.
Emery watched Erika carefully after she thanked her, listening to her response with a thoughtful expression. Erika was gracious to accept her thanks, even if she partially waved it off as nothing. It still, nevertheless, meant something to Emery.
What really caught her attention, however, was Erika’s casual remark about making a friend. Flustered, Emery felt her heart speed up at the comment. Fr…friend? That was the first time in awhile someone had called her that, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Erika truly meant it or was simply being polite. Despite her negativity whispering to her that she didn’t mean it, Emery still felt in her heart that Erika was being truthful.
She felt herself give a genuine smile for the first time that day. It had been rough the first half of the day – what with everyone calling her ‘coffee girl’ and all – but Erika had changed all that around. It was amazing what a simple hour could change in a person’s life. Emery had a friend. She felt her smile widen at the thought of that.
Yes, she had a friend.
An actual friend.
She felt her heart squeeze at the thought. Deciding to make an impression on her new friend, her sight turned to gaze at the target ahead. She would make this hit. Going ahead without further instructions, she put herself in the right stance and drew her arm back. Giving out a warning of “Okay, here I go!”, she promptly released her hand and prepared to watch her arrow soar…
…only to watch it disappointingly not only fail to make it, but fail to reach the target post. Instead, her arrow made it about halfway across the field before hitting the ground.
Emery felt herself staring at the arrow, willing it to move by sheer will. It didn’t.
She peeked back at Erika to see if she had seen the disaster, knowing there was no way she missed it. “I…um…” Emery found herself at a loss of words. “Want to catch a quick break? My arm’s feeling a little stiff is all. That must be why it was off. There’s a soda machine inside if you want a drink.” At this point, she wanted nothing more than to have any excuse to take her eyes off the embarrassing arrow halfway across the field.
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