The village, whose thirty huts were built of some form of clay, lay just behind a dune at a lush oasis. The warriors brought Y'zora into the middle of the village. The curious glances and low-pitched whispers from the villagers followed them. In the middle of the village there was a large stand with targets set up. In front of it stood a group of young girls watching as an arrow hit right in the middle of one of the paintings. They applauded wildly and the woman who shot the arrow turned around smiling.
- You see, it is better to take time and hit the target than to be quick and miss. Your aim can one day save your life or a friend. Don’t you agree with me, Nira?
- Absolutely. Someday I'll tell you about when Keara missed a shot.
- That won’t be needed. Keep practicing now girls.
Keara
