Michelle
"Alright. Follow me."

*Zed took up his bow and quiver, pointing towards a tree.*

"First, can I see you try to use it? Just as a baseline, so we can see how much you need to improve."

*Zed plucks an arrow from the quiver, handing it to the young Fae. Damn, she was just so cute. Especially when blushing.*
William
Someone popped a staff ping here?
Christian
"Okay."

Isabelle stretched out her hand and waited a few seconds before her hand started to glow slightly with a lilac light, soon after her bow appeared in her hand. The bow was quite large and made of materials, at least peculiar, like silver, wood and leaves. Isabelle looked at it with a little sadness in her eyes, it was an object of importance to her, but it also brought unwanted memories of her old life.

Looking at Zed in search of a sign of approval, Isabelle smiled a little to disguise her gaze from before and not to worry him about something silly. Given the sign of approval by him, the Fae turned her gaze to a tree not far from them, taking the arrow that Zed gave her and positioning it with the bow. Isabelle was going to load her shot, aiming right over one of the marks that Zed had made in the trees, and shooting the arrow. Then...

The arrow would not reach its target... It would end up falling a few inches to the right, and falling to the ground instead of the tree. *It seems that the tree was too far for her.* When looking to see if she got it right, Isabelle felt a slight pain in the wrist used to release the arrow, a slight sigh coming out of her mouth. Looking at the man at her side with a look of self-deception and fear, she immediately looked down in shame.

"I'm sorry... I-I swear I won't fail again..." If you look closely, he could see that the girl was shaking.
Michelle
*The bow was certainly well made, containing what seemed like silver inside it. Not very practical, but nobles didn't exactly go for practical. The only question was why give it to Isabelle and not teach her to use it?*

*The Fae isn't the best shot, not that Zed expects her to. She's about as good as an inexperienced shooter, which she is.*

*And now she's apologizing for failing? She really did seem to be insecure. His hands wrap around the Fae as he hugs her once more.*

"Now now. Listen. You're *Going* To fail. Everyone does. It's impossible to get it right the first time, especially with something as hard as this. Just keep doing it again, and again, and again, and eventually you'll get it right. You have to learn from mistakes, not just beat yourself over it, ok?"

*His hand delicately takes in hers, rubbing the area which seemed hurt.*