Morgan began walking the perimeter of the community living space.
*She remembers the crash, losing her escort, Uncle Tom, a family friend, not related, but still like an uncle to her. She was on her way to a hunting tournament before all of this happened.
When the plane's engines failed and they began to crash she ran to the flight attendant, hysterical asking for her to open the storage compartment so she could get her bow. If she was going to die she would die with uncle Tom and the bow her parents had Given her.
The attendant didn't even hesitate. She helped find the bow, and as the both of them were leaving the cargo area, the plane hit turbulence and, without engines, began to spiral downward. The cargo door closed and the attendant was locked in.
Morgan fell backward into the seat, Yelling to Uncle Tom to help her get the attendant out of the cargo hold, and He tried, but the pressure of climbing was too much for him.
Morgan curled up against the seat, and the las thing she heard, as she was clutching her bow, was the crash mingled with screams from the attendant who she never saw again along with Uncle Tom.*
A tear started to form in here eye, but she stifled it. She was determined to Be a good, Strong guard, no matter what.
She clutched her bow. The only reason she was allowed to be a guard. It was also the thing she left uncle Tom to get. This accursed thing had deprived her of a few moments with her Uncle Tom! Now he was lost.
She raised the bow to Break it against the ground, but then realized that would get her demoted, and put the rest of them at risk.
She instead fingered her Arrows, which had taken her two days to carve and Shot one into the center of a tree, retrieving it and placing it back into the sack she had made for them at her hip.
"I will be strong for them." she uttered under her breath, "All of them."
Jaiquill's silhouette could be seen about 150 yards away, drawing her recurve bow. Her fingertips slipped from her grip on the string, and the arrow sliced right through the arrow that Mai had shot, which was such a small target for 150 yards away. "Sorry!" She called. "I was experementing... I'll make you another."
Jaiquill laughed. Her arrow had made a perfect shot, it had cut through the very dead center of Mai's arrow and had lodged into the heart of a tree broadsided to Mai.
(( Basically, her arrow landed in a tree on the side of Mai. ))
"Just the way you did, notched, aimed, judged the trejectory of my arrow's path, fired. That's the whole she-bang." Jaiquill's face was flushed, she was slightly embarrassed.
"Yes but you did it way better than i ever could have!" she said. "I love this arrow" she said, taking it out of the tree and admiring the workmanship.