Charlotte had woken up early that day, well before the rest of her Companions. The sun had not yet risen above the horizon, though it's pinkish hues were just starting to spread along the clouds that were drifting along the sky. It had already rained, though it had been light, so small puddles were sat on the ground as Charlotte sat on a seat, watching the sky. A few birds flew by, singing their hearts out. It would be a nice day for a hunt today, but she didn't feel like hunting, not today anyway. Today she felt like really making sure that her aim was just perfect.

Ancient Nord Bow in hand, she was stood in front of one of the many targets in the yard of the mead hall of Jorrvaskr, bow drawn, arrow sat in place. She took her time when using her mother's bow; breathe in, breathe out. Check her distance by lightly moving her head. Then she would let go of the taut string, letting the arrow take it's course and dig into one of the dummies, straight into the head. She had never really attacked that many people before, just bandits or thieves that got too close, and usually, she didn't kill them. Charlotte felt she was better than that.

She let out a breath, drawing another arrow from her quiver and crouching. She had more room to move; she wasn't wearing her heavy armour, but instead a tunic bought in the market. It was easier to practice in lighter clothes, but she would never go out like this. These clothes were mainly for being inside Whiterun, but even still, sometimes she liked wearing her armour. It made her feel protected, away from everyone else.

The t-shnk of her arrow hitting the second target brought her out from her imaginations. She let out a sigh, pushing herself to her feet before going to retrieve her arrows. It was going to be a long day.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to Fly {WORDS } 524 {TAGGED } Charlotte! {WEARING} Fur armor It would seem that Elmira found herself at a place she might obtain more information about what she needed. The Companions. She would doubt that they would turn her into the Thalmor simply for poking her nose around about a few of the ancient faction known as the blades. Of course, one could never be sure - and so she had her weapons close at hand. She'd heard rumors about what went on here - who hadn't? Still, she was willing to risk it in order to get some much needed information. It couldn't hurt, could it? No...probably not. She was sure she could obtain a meal here to cover herself a little bit, and had brought enough coin to be able to do just that. Hopefully no werewolves would pop out of the corner and attack her to chow down on her. She'd already met one werewolf in her lifetime...and she sure didn't feel the need or desire to meet any more of them. As far as she was concerned, she could simply live out her days without meeting anymore of them. Standing beside the building, she got a sudden apprehension about approaching any further or making her way inside. Instead what she did was skirt around the back - her ice wolf trotting faithfully at her side. While she normally didn't have the greatest reception to the beast she had chosen as a companion instead of a dog, she found that people seemed to be alright once they realized Storm wouldn't rip their throats out on a whim. She hoped that continued, since she'd rather not have an angry mod chasing her out of a city just because she had a wolf. That wouldn't be the best thing that had ever happened to her. Of course, it wouldn't be the worst either. It was her skirting around that eventually caused her to approach a woman target practicing with her bow. Elmira thought she could sport one of those pretty well too, though she rarely practiced on any targets that weren't moving - either toward her or away from her. For a moment she simply stood a bit awkwardly, her gaze settled on the woman that had pushed herself out of her seat and was making her way toward the arrow. She would continue to watch her while she did just that. {NOTES} I apologize with how long it took for me to reply to this...

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