waking up as if from a dream, with a hand stretched out towards the future

[gallitrap]

WHO: Ruka, possibly you!
WHERE: A couple different parks around town and at least one parking lot
WHEN: the course of several afternoons, 8/26 through 9/1
WARNINGS: uhh?
WHAT: tl;dr: Ruka's getting in some archery practice, come bug her.
WORDS: yes; arrange them however you like.

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[broroona]

[It wasn't hard to recognize the sound of a bow and arrow. If anything, it was hard to ignore it. It was unusual enough to hear in the City, and familiar enough to pique Baroona's interest. A small comfort from home.

He traced the sound to its source, spared a moment of surprise for its wielder and took a spot on the sidelines. Closing his eyes, he contented himself with listening to the twang of the bow and the slicing of the arrow. When he tired of that, he watched her. In time, as the sight brought more and more unwanted memories, he tapped out a cigarette, lit it, and started to smoke. ]

[gallitrap]

[Concentrating as she was, most sounds fell away into the background; footsteps were common in the outdoors, and if every passerby pulled her attention, she wouldn't have managed even half as many shots. It was still a couple arrows too early to clear the target, but the next notched arrow held pose, and she hesitated half-taut.

Sound had gone unnoticed but it was not all that traveled. There was little wind in the clear day, little enough to pull the unmistakeable tang of cigarette smoke her way. Her nose scrunched. Surprised, she lowered the weapon -- for one does not aim anything dangerous at something one does not wish to hurt -- and turned.

The smoker was a man, watching from several yards away, dark haired and lighter skinned. Lanky. It was hard to tell how tall he was from here, but there was something about his build that was familiar. Ruka tilted her head, inquisitive, pigtails off-balanced.]

[broroona]

[He waves. Casually. As if it's not unusual for him to be sitting there and watching random girls with bows practice. ]

[gallitrap]

[With a short hesitation, Ruka waves back, arrow threaded between gloved fingers. Which was probably unusual; they weren't designed for archery, and her long sleeves likewise. Peculiar for her age and the warm weather, no doubt. The curious tilt hasn't straightened out; would he be coming closer for a conversation, or should she resume her practice?

It'd be a little weird with an audience she wasn't sure she recognized, but she certainly wasn't going to leave. She was here first.]

[gallitrap]

The guy keeps his distance, which makes for a good first impression; Ruka's gotten used to standing out most anywhere she goes in this world, and it's hard to avoid getting asked silly questions about her hair, her eyes, the way she dresses for cold and fog in the heat of summer. She keeps her balance and her shot steady, trying to overcome the arrow's drift when she's not guiding it with light.

But eventually her target fills up with arrows, and she starts forward to collect them -- but not before giving a look over towards the green boy watching her. Funny, the fact he's green instead of some variation on brown doesn't seem to faze her at all.

"Hello," she calls, calm and unworried.

[gallitrap]

She pulls arrows out of her target one at a time, but even so there's a conservation of motion; no showy yanks or more force than is needed. Deliberate.

"A year, last May," she answers, with a pause to think over the answer. Has it really only been that long? And Phobos disappeared only a few months after that. She pauses on the next arrow, trying to shake off the feeling of nostalgia. "One of the friends I met here taught me."