[ Sharon looks at his hovering hand, then hums an affirmative, surrendering to his guidance. She tries to burn each adjustment into her mind, the slight tilt of her wrist, the nudge of her shoulder. ]
Good? [ She asks when he finally steps back, eyes flicking to his without letting go of her hold. The moment he confirms, she exhales sharply, attention shifting back to the can. A slow breath in, a deliberate breath out, and then she pulls the trigger. The rifle kicks sharply against her shoulder, but she expected it, and the can flies off with a satisfying clatter. Her laugh bursts out, bright, fogging the cold air around them. ]
Won't be long before I'm knocking frisbees out of the air. [ The thrill of control, of learning, surges through her, and she can't help the grin tugging at her lips. ]
[ Gently, he makes his adjustments, lets Sharon get comfortable with them, and nods when she asks for the go-ahead.
As he thought, she's a quick study, eyes flicking towards the target he's placed out. A slow breath in, out, and the crack of fire as she pulls the trigger. Split seconds and the can sails, making a tinny sound as it lands on the frosted ground. Arthur shoots her a grin, buoyed on by her delighted laughter. ]
Oh, I think you'll get the hang of it sooner than you think. The real trick is anticipating where it's going to be, rather than where it is in your sights. [ Brightly: ] I give it a few days at most, to do it consistently. You've got an eye for this.
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Good? [ She asks when he finally steps back, eyes flicking to his without letting go of her hold. The moment he confirms, she exhales sharply, attention shifting back to the can. A slow breath in, a deliberate breath out, and then she pulls the trigger. The rifle kicks sharply against her shoulder, but she expected it, and the can flies off with a satisfying clatter. Her laugh bursts out, bright, fogging the cold air around them. ]
Won't be long before I'm knocking frisbees out of the air. [ The thrill of control, of learning, surges through her, and she can't help the grin tugging at her lips. ]
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As he thought, she's a quick study, eyes flicking towards the target he's placed out. A slow breath in, out, and the crack of fire as she pulls the trigger. Split seconds and the can sails, making a tinny sound as it lands on the frosted ground. Arthur shoots her a grin, buoyed on by her delighted laughter. ]
Oh, I think you'll get the hang of it sooner than you think. The real trick is anticipating where it's going to be, rather than where it is in your sights. [ Brightly: ] I give it a few days at most, to do it consistently. You've got an eye for this.