Once she was clean, she dressed back into her fresh uniform, and after picking her bow up from the rack on the wall, she made her way out of her room, once again remembering to close the door behind her. She had been for a run that morning, and with the weather becoming cooler, she was having to run further and faster to get a good sweat on. It left her muscles loose and ready for the day. With her unstrung horn bow, she made her way to the archery grounds as she was to be taught how to shoot that day. It made her smirk, that she needed to be taught, but the Mistress of Training claimed she needed to be evaluated. Most Aiel were taught to shoot, whether they went into one of the Societies or not. But she would go through the process, as it were.
Once at the ground, she noticed she was the first, and was not surprised. Most here seemed to find excuses to stop and flirt, like they were dogs in heat. It made her feel sick, and wonder how they did not all owe their teachers toh by now. She began to string her bow with lizard gut, it was what she had with her when she had arrived. It sat in a waxy cloth, and the gut itself was stretched and waxed too. She had her quiver on her hip, with arrows from this land, as her own were gone. She crouched by the fence as she waited to see who arrived next, tutor or student.