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Morning lessons were as common place to Tsisia as keeping up with her chores and throwing mud at Quetzal. Or putting prickers in his pillows or spicing his food or any of the other 'pranks' she liked to pull. Tsisia absolutely adored her brother and with that love that an insatiable need to make his life utterly unbearable. So long as she didn't go too far over the top discipline was never more than a stern word and a warning, but there were moments, more than she'd like, when Tsisia had to pay for her actions.

Such as being the one to prepare their bows and arrows for morning lessons. She'd woken up earlier than usual, gone out with all the right equipment and did her duty just like she'd been told.

If she rubbed Quetzal's bowstrings a little too hard and made them fray though...Well, who could know?

Sabra Knight

Tsisia twisted one of her arrows back and forth between her fingers, clumsily fumbling it around like one might a coin. Someday she would perfect the trick, but for now it was messy, if not still a little impressive for her age. If her shooting could measure up to it then she might stand a chance at being the 'super big awesome winner' of the day.

Her eagerness for dominance showed in the half-hearted arrow that barely hit it's target. Whatever pompous attitude Tsisia had started the day with took a hit from it, but - well, that was just the first shot! "I'm just warming up. The next one's gonna be better. So much better."

Tsisia barely bothered to hide her laugh. She put a hand over her mouth well after the bark had slipped through, turning her eyes away as if she hadn't meant it at all. It looked like her efforts were already paying off! Quetzal looked like such an idiot right then.

She angled her bow in a different position and fired another arrow, this time skimming the edge of her target the same as before. It would have been a glancing blow, but a blow never the less.

[7 pts]

"Rough day, Quetzal? Or are you just distracted by how awesome I am?" With an outright, gloating smirk Tsisia let loose another arrow and hit the target dead center. Even she was impressed by how good she'd done, considering she hadn't managed a shot like that ever, but she couldn't show that to her brother. Nope, better to let him think she did that all the time because someday she definitely would.

"All you have to do is believe in yourself. The next ones gonna be better for sure."

[8 pts]

Tsisia's lip immediately curled. Watching her brother fix his bowstrings and pull himself together wasn't what she wanted. If it were against someone else then maybe, but not now! With her feathers ruffled, Tsisia's next shot wasn't nearly so clean and sailed over the top of her target as if it were mocking her.

She threw a hand up in frustration, called 'Turn', and moved back to get out of his range. She couldn't let this get to her head! Stupid, stupid, stupid Quetzal! Oh, she'd throttle him later but only after she'd thoroughly wiped the ground with him!

[9 pts]

Again?! He hit it again?! Tsisia could have melted through stone with as hot as she was in that moment. It would have been one thing if he'd made a few adjustments, then hit the side of the target or something, but this was just infuriating!

There was nothing more aggravating than having a plan backfire, especially when Quetzal acted as if nothing was wrong in the first place. When she lined up her shot she missed, again, and did her best to take a 'calming' breath. If she reached over and smacked the bow out of his hand word would get back to their parents somehow. So, she just needed to focus.

Although she absolutely could have won after her latest shot it didn't feel like much of a victory. This stale mate, back and forth, the two had going was was neither a flawless or glowing win like she'd wanted it to be. The strings might have frustrated Quetzal initially, but he was good about not showing it and by the end he'd over come that problem with ease. It was enough to pull the wind from Tsisia's sails and when he suggested something else the girl rolled her eyes with a huff.

"Whatever, it's not like this was fun anymore anyway." At least they could say they practiced some if asked, not that it was ever a priority in their house anyway.

"...We'd better or we might lose them." She didn't say the word 'again', but it's meaning was there. Even when she wasn't playing pranks Tsisia was still just a kid and sometimes even the most well meaning acts backfired. Such as leaving your bow on the safety of the shore only for high tide to take it out to sea.

She carefully placed her bow inside, careful not to damage the feathers and shells she'd tied onto it in decoration. "Y'know, I've heard stories about kids going down to the cove and never coming back." And with that Tsisia turned her eyes toward Quetzal, leveling a stare his way.