As much as Amaryllis loved reading books, there was only so much studying that someone could do before the urge for more inevitably kicked in. She could always go outside and explore the dome, of course, but she didn't feel quite as secure going the places she really wanted to without someone else around. It wasn't that she was scared, necessarily, but she knew all too well that she wasn't prepared for....unwanted and potentially dangerous surprises. She needed to be prepared somehow....and that was how she found herself wandering down the hall towards the training rooms.

Upon entering the first empty one she found she wandered over to where the training weapons were kept, looking them over with surprisingly deep contemplation. She didn't know what kind of weapon suited her, really. She'd seen Argent train with a spear but she wasn't sure she could handle that yet. A dagger was useful but it seemed to small for when things got dangerous. A saber could always work....but then her eyes spotted the curve of a a bow, a quiver of practice arrows hanging next to it. Amaryllis picked it up and looked it over, tracing its shape and feeling its weight in her hands. She pulled back the string a few times...curious...soon grabbing one of the quivers of practice arrows.

After figuring out how to set up targets, Amaryllis picked up the bow and pulled one of the arrows from the quiver. It was strange; she wasn't nervous just a moment ago but now it felt like she couldn't make her hands get a good grip on the bow. Her fingers fumbled when she tried to nock the arrow into place but finally she had it in place. She lifted the bow as she drew the string back but her grip was unsteady, shaking even, struggling to hold it all properly.....then again, she'd never done this before. She looked down the wavering arrow as she tried to take aim at the target. She could feel her arm that pulled back the string wobble when it suddenly slipped from her fingers and snapped the inside of her forearm. Amaryllis yelped in surprise as both the bow and the arrow clattered to the floor at her feet, rubbing her arm in reflex. It stung a little but nothing compared to what it might have if she weren't wearing her arm covers.

Amaryllis looked down at the bow and arrow on the floor, staring for a hard moment in thought. Should she ask someone for help? See if she can find an instructive book? Those would be the logical solutions but....this seemed so simple. She SHOULD be able to figure this out on her own, right? It was literally a piece of taut string tied to two ends of a long stick that you pulled to fire another stick! It wasn't rocket science! Why couldn't she do it? She COULD do it. She was GOING to do it!

With a huff, she picked up the bow and arrow once more. Again she nocked the arrow and stood before the target, gripping the bow tightly. This time she took a deep breath before she pulled the bow up, drawing back the string again. Her arm still wobbled a bit but she tightened her grip, stared down the shaft of the arrow....towards the target.

Amaryllis exhaled....and fired.