The Straightest Arrow (Gaston, Helen)
Feb 11, 2019 22:31:36 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2019 22:31:36 GMT -5
It had been a while since Mia picked up a bow--the night of her coronation, in fact. Okay, so it had really been since her arrival in the parks, but it felt like a lot longer. So, when she heard about an archery contest, Mia decided to sign up. She had no illusions that she would win; in fact, she fully expected to lose, and was going to have fun. She wasn't necessarily her best under pressure, and living outside of the palace had started to get her used to not acting like a royal. She didn't really mind, though she knew that if she ever got to return to Genovia (or if Grandma showed up in the parks) she would have a bit of a rude awakening. In the meantime, though, she was enjoying her return to what had once been normal for her.
The day of the contest, Mia chose a long-sleeve t-shirt and jeans. She didn't know if the contest would be providing an arm guard--she was hoping they would provide a bow, at least. "I mean, they'd have to, right? It'd be silly to expect people to bring their own bows. Someone irresponsible could do some damage here, with a bow unaccounted for," Mia muttered, pulling the shirt over her head.
She threw her hair into a low ponytail, double-checked her appearance in the small bathroom mirror, and then left. Hopefully, there wasn't a fee for entering, either. Mia didn't have much money to spare right now. What she'd gotten for selling her dress was on reserve for emergencies, and future hotel payments. She hadn't been able to bring herself to sell the tiara.
When Mia arrived at the contest, she thought she was early. There weren't a lot of people there yet. Was she early? Or did they not spread the word enough? Or maybe archery contests were just considered lame...
The day of the contest, Mia chose a long-sleeve t-shirt and jeans. She didn't know if the contest would be providing an arm guard--she was hoping they would provide a bow, at least. "I mean, they'd have to, right? It'd be silly to expect people to bring their own bows. Someone irresponsible could do some damage here, with a bow unaccounted for," Mia muttered, pulling the shirt over her head.
She threw her hair into a low ponytail, double-checked her appearance in the small bathroom mirror, and then left. Hopefully, there wasn't a fee for entering, either. Mia didn't have much money to spare right now. What she'd gotten for selling her dress was on reserve for emergencies, and future hotel payments. She hadn't been able to bring herself to sell the tiara.
When Mia arrived at the contest, she thought she was early. There weren't a lot of people there yet. Was she early? Or did they not spread the word enough? Or maybe archery contests were just considered lame...