Bang!
Three arrows suddenly pierced a wooden target several meters away, each one hitting it dead center.
"Woah! Another amazing short Adira!" A mature elf praised a young woman.
The woman smiled, her short, wavy red hair fluttering in the wind as she stared at the target.
"You might just be the best hunter amongst us! Even I couldn't hit targets from this range at your age!" Another hunter praised her.
"Ah, come on you guys." Adira nervously rubbed her neck. "You're going to make me grow a big head."
The hunters all burst out into laughter, right up until they were interrupted by an annoyed grunt.
Artie was just about nine at the time, yet she had a bow nearly as tall as herself in her hands.
She smirked smugly as she walked forward. "Big sis is great, but I can do it too, see?"
She pulled the bow string back and aimed for a closer target.
"Good luck Artie, you can do it okay!" Adira cheered her sister from the sidelines.
