"Hah, you suck at this." Margarette taunts smugly. She raised a brow, watching as you try to aim for the target. "How will you get to my level?"

"You'll have to be more gentle. Use less force on the bow." She says, helping you reposition your arm. Her heart skips a beat at the close contact.

She quickly inches away. "A-ahem." She says, her cheeks heating up. She watches as the arrow flies toward the target. She sighs. "Ya wouldn't have done it without my help, huh?" She snickers, tilting her head to the side and resting a hand to her hip.

Her heart was beating fast.