Pinpoint Aim//Finnian&Kirkley
Kirkley was out on the archery range, of course, looking down the shaft of an arrow with his bow drawn. The wood made no sound as it was pulled taunt as the string that Kirkley held in his fingers. The soft feathers of the fletchings against his fingers were a stark contrast to the hard wood and tight string held in his hand.
His breathing was even as he stared at his target. A small point very far away. Almost outside of the bow's reach. He was honed onto the target with unwavering focus. He was still as a statue as he focused, waiting... The wind stirred lightly and died, becoming still again. Nature cried and sang around him, making a soft clatter that tried to break his focus.
He exhaled shortly, like a gasp and the arrow flew from the bow. The twang of the bow string sang in the still air as the arrow sliced through the space between him and his target. Half a second later, he heard the thunk of the arrow in the target. With a stomp of his front hoof, he ran to the target to see where his arrow had struck. He was outside and alone, so he had elected to free himself from two legs. He found the arrow in the small blue dot of the center target and smiled widely to himself. He yanked the arrow out and turned back to his bow, seeing someone new around the weapons left out. He smiled again, seeing his friend and waved to him ans he ran up to greet him.
"You made it!" he said cheerfully as he clattered up to his friend, smiling down at him.