Merevaika
The woman caught her out, realising how she hadn't taught anyone before. Merevaika was about to assure her that she had plenty experience, but then the girl said she wouldn't tell anyone. Merevaika thanked her, "I'm willing to teach, but I need people to teach, or I'll never learn to teach." She found herself saying, trying to excuse herself. This was harder than she had thought.
Her companion focused on her previous arrow, closing her eyes as she aimed her bow. Then she looked at it with more determination, letting it stab on top of the other arrow. Yet she claimed she missed. What was she trying to do?
Merevaika turned to her, the girl smiling smugly. She tried to not let the jealousy show, but it came through at her eyes, brow furrowed a little with anger. How come this woman had progressed so well? Why didn't Merevaika have that natural talent?
Trying once more, Merevaika lined a shot up with where the last arrow fell. She moved to a good position, taking deep breaths and staring down the shaft of the arrow, lining it up with the target. Then, she shifted it ever so slightly to adjust to the wind, pulling the arrow back as far as she could. Release. It landed further than her previous shots had, mocking her.
Even angrier, she turned to the woman, trying to point out flaws in that shot to make herself feel better. "Don't close your eyes. You want to watch what you're aiming at. If it was a rabbit, it could disappear into the grass the second you do." Merevaika walked around her, an eagle circling her prey, "Feet should be shoulder width, rotate your hips, lower you chest." She didn't know whether the woman had shot like this or moved to this position afterwards, but she didn't care. She had to show the woman that she wasn't perfect. She had to show herself that she knew something more than this new archer.
"Pavi"
Grassland sign
"Common"