Fenna tried to replicate what she had done before, but was unable to find that feeling again. She was certain it was still there, somewhere just out of reach. Maybe she just needed a little break. She let the others fire shots and was happy to be a spectator for a moment.
Here she was, practising archery in a world far away from her own, dressed in leather armour. Even though she was dressed like most people here, she felt out of place. A foreigner in this strange world.
It was an odd feeling that in a strange world like this, she would come across a familiar face. Barracker, if she recalled correctly, she had been introduced when she and Lilliana had returned from the church. Other than the brief introduction, they hadn't talked yet. If they were going to travel together, she might as well get to know him.
She joined him when Eren hit the target and smiled as he celebrated in joy, watching someone young achieve something and be proud of themselves was endearing. And it brought back memories.
"I remember when my son got a skateboard - a plank with wheels - and wanted to do a trick with it. He practised until he could and when he succeeded he was about as happy as he was," she said, nodding her head towards Eren. "Is this his first time at a shooting range?"
Was shooting range the right word? Fenna wasn't sure, but ultimately didn't care much, she was certain Barracker would know what she meant. Yes, she had a bow now, but she knew very little of how everything associated with it was called.
Here she was, practising archery in a world far away from her own, dressed in leather armour. Even though she was dressed like most people here, she felt out of place. A foreigner in this strange world.
It was an odd feeling that in a strange world like this, she would come across a familiar face. Barracker, if she recalled correctly, she had been introduced when she and Lilliana had returned from the church. Other than the brief introduction, they hadn't talked yet. If they were going to travel together, she might as well get to know him.
She joined him when Eren hit the target and smiled as he celebrated in joy, watching someone young achieve something and be proud of themselves was endearing. And it brought back memories.
"I remember when my son got a skateboard - a plank with wheels - and wanted to do a trick with it. He practised until he could and when he succeeded he was about as happy as he was," she said, nodding her head towards Eren. "Is this his first time at a shooting range?"
Was shooting range the right word? Fenna wasn't sure, but ultimately didn't care much, she was certain Barracker would know what she meant. Yes, she had a bow now, but she knew very little of how everything associated with it was called.