Shannon
Shannon was outside with a quiver of arrows slung over her shoulder and a bow in her hand. There was a target before her.
She armed the bow with one of the arrows and held it up so the the arrow was in line with her eyes. She pulled it right back to her ear, aimed and let go.
The arrow hit the target with a satisfying thwack.
Shannon pulled out another arrow, the magic on her quiver automatically replacing it.
She hit the target again.
And again.
And again.
And continued to practice her archery, not once missing the target and rarey touching the outer ring.
Shannon stopped when her arms ached, walked over and started removing the arrows. She put them back in her quiver, the magic dissolving what arrows would make it too full.
Then she headed back inside.