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More change had happened to the young elf in these past few weeks then had happened to her in her entire time in Tevinter. Two months ago she was a slave in Tevinter, braiding the hair of her mistress and listening to her gossip with one of her friends about the newest affaires of Tevinter women. A month ago she was stumbling through the woods starving to death and lost with arms full of chains. Luck had struck her, as well as the ground, and her life began to alter. Meeting Colin in the woods, loosing the chains. A full meal in her stomach and a long walk with good company later and Eloen found herself being trained for an army of sorts. Eloen wasn't quite sure what she was fighting for, but Cloin had insisted something about glory, and it wasn't like she had anything better to do with her time. 

Eloen now found herself in the camps archery range, practicing her new found abilities. Eloen found herself taking to archery quite well, perhaps thanks to her practice in her old life, or maybe because archery was just remembering all the little details. 

The Elven women took a deep breath, going through the steps in her head as she notched an arrow. 

"Take a deep breath."

Eloen shifted her position on her legs, moving her right foot in front of her left foot. She turned her left foot into a more ninety-degree angle. Her right foot pointed towards the target down the range. 

"Widen your stance."

Eloen bounced on her knees slightly, trying to keep her legs from going stiff. Eloen exhaled slowly through her nose. Before raising her bow she took another deep breath. 

"Don't lock your elbows."

Eloen had learned the hard way that locking you elbows put them in danger of getting stung by the string as the bow was fired. Not only that but it put too much strain on her arms. Eloen relaxed her arms, rolling her shoulders back. 

She placed three fingers on the bowstring, hooking them around it. 

"Pull it back to your eye."

Eloen pulled the string back, feeling it resist as she moved it onto position. Eloen tilted her head to the side slightly, fearing catching one of her ears. Eloen released and took one more deep breath before closing one eye, looking down the shaft of the arrow. In her concentration Eloen found herself slightly sticking out her tongue, as if it would help her aim. 

"Don't. Breathe."

She held her breath, keeping her arms steady on their target. Before her body could feel the strain of the lack of oxygen Eloen let her fingers slip off the string, sending the arrow flying through the air. 

Eloen watched the arrow hit its target, sinking several inches into the wood and straw dummy with a satisfying sound. It wasn't a perfect hit, but it was still a pretty good one. Eloen waited several seconds after watching the arrow land to release the breath she had been holding. She then lowered her bow. 

A few moments after this Eloen allowed her breathing to return to normal, she looked around casually. There were few people around her, most of them not paying attention to the Elven archer. And once she was sure no one was watching her Eloen allowed her formal and polite exterior to falter for a moment, jumping up and down with excitement at her achievement. 

Her excited jumping quickly turned to a startled jump when Colin suddenly shouted out, praising her archery. She closed up on herself slightly, suddenly feeling many more sets of eyes on her then she would have liked. Eloen sheepishly waved at Colin as he continued along. He had mentioned to her the meeting of the Divine, and suggested that she went along too. Would she really be an asset to such an elite team? 

She would think about it. She didn't want to disappoint Colin by not showing up.  

Eloen took a deep breath, pushing down her nerves of being seen, and notched another arrow.
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