When her first shot fell somewhat outside of her intent Kiris' tailtip flicked, but she pushed it aside. Her stomach was finally beginning to settle, and all the chatter and stink around her was likewise fading to the background.

Kiris raised her bow again and, with a slow breath, she loosed another arrow. That one struck more solidly and was all the encouragement she needed to draw and fire another arrow. She watched its unerring path with slowly widening eyes and even Shari agreed it was a fine shot. 

She shook it off, though, and rolled her shoulders before raising her bow and drawing taught the string: Kiris needed only one more solid hit before she could be sure to advance, and as she pondered that latest shot she wondered if she should have done some betting herself.

[i]Ah well.[/i]

Her third shot wasn't as strong as its predecessor, but it found a place in one of the dummies all the same. Kiris took aim a fifth time but, like the first shot, the arrow went awry. She wanted to blame the ammunition itself but in truth she'd found no fault with it in her earlier inspection. She couldn't even blame the wind; with three good shots against the two failures well... She wondered if they suspected her of wasting arrows on purpose, and purred in private amusement.