There was none more pleased than Nila herself, though, it did seem. To top it all off, she looked to the crowd, and gave them the broadest, most beautiful and genuine smile that she was capable of. It looked an innocent gesture, freely given to them all. But her eyes remained on Oliver alone, and she gave the smallest little pump of her fist to go along with it.
"She's done well, my Lord," Blackthorn said, sounding fiercely proud.
"She has," Oliver agreed. "But we knew that the starting round, at this sort of range, would pose no problem for her. Being who she is."
Without issue, Nila proceeded to the next round, along with nine other competitors, including Professor Yoreholder. But Oliver fancied that even though their results were the same, none had shot a finer set of arrows than Nila had. Though, he was reminded too, that the future rounds would only be more difficult, allowing a greater spread in the competitor's skill to be all the more obvious.
