Thwack!
The target hit its mark, bull's eye center, spot on as Nemeril let loose an arrow from her longbow. Another thwack was heard a split second later followed by more rapid successions as nine out of ten arrows hit the center, the last one only hitting slightly to the side. Nemeril frowned at this, but nonetheless kept pelting the archery target with more and more missiles as she practiced.
The fairy/elf had been at this for two hours, practicing non-stop. She enjoyed the thrill of it and the wind outside wasn't too bad today, all things considered. Living on The Windy Isle where the wind was always present only honed Nemeril's skill to account for all kinds of windy conditions in terms of her archer lifestyle. The small clearing in which she practiced was empty at this current time, however for Nemeril she was used to practicing both alone and with others in sight doing their own tasks of archery or sword sparring.
Time passed with the archer continuing, only stopping periodically to gather up her arrows and reposition them in her quiver before starting all over again. Her skill with the bow was great, and the archer recalled fondly the several medals she had won at the various competitions she had participated in here on the island, with one being off the island, elsewhere in the world. In Yoreiq, specifically. True, there were only a handful on the island itself that could hold a candle to Nemeril's skills, but it was better than nothing.
After the passage of another hour, Nemeril decided this was enough for today. Gathering up everything and ensuring that all was as she first came upon it, she trekked back to her small cottage the fairy elf shared with her family of four and deposited her bow and quiver of arrows in a special wooden trunk near the window. After greetings from the other islanders had been exchanged, Nemeril then headed off toward the shoreline, content to just soak in the view of sea and sky. Her parents were presumably off on their political business affairs, while her sister Gossamer was on the other side of the island. Last Nemeril had checked, her little sister was playing with others around her age a game of 'toss the ball'. Granted those of her 'age' was an approximate range, since her sister was also a fairy/elf like Nemeril herself. Others of different races and species all had their own age range, but for the most part they were all within a few decades of age from each other.
Taking her boots off, Nemeril contented herself with letting her feet soak in the cool waters just enjoying the calm around her and the fresh breeze rolling in off the ocean. It was another nice day as usual and she let her thoughts drift just like the clouds above her.