[Sakura considers an afternoon following Lovecraft around to be a rewarding experience; her understanding of "awkward" is pretty skewed.
She's also a very quiet girl, really, and after a flash of a smile, returns her attention to her target. Whatever else she's lacking in, archery seems to be one of her callings. There's no wasted movement or energy; instead she pushes the air out of her lungs, string pulled back before she holds the position, and then lets the arrow fly.
A bullseye... sort of. Within the red, the arrow is pulled fractions of a centimeter to the left, which is why Sakura doesn't look all that pleased and in fact lowers her bow in vague disappointment.] I'm out of practice.
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She's also a very quiet girl, really, and after a flash of a smile, returns her attention to her target. Whatever else she's lacking in, archery seems to be one of her callings. There's no wasted movement or energy; instead she pushes the air out of her lungs, string pulled back before she holds the position, and then lets the arrow fly.
A bullseye... sort of. Within the red, the arrow is pulled fractions of a centimeter to the left, which is why Sakura doesn't look all that pleased and in fact lowers her bow in vague disappointment.] I'm out of practice.
[Girl maybe chill a little]