An Arrow Through the Air

Arixo sat on top of a wall in the courtyard looking out to the people who were enjoying the warm day. Though it was slightly windy. Arixo's hair was in a ponytail as always, and a few strands were blowing in the wind. Grabbing an arrow from her quiver, Arixo studied it. It was a pure black arrow with a sharp obsidian tip. After a few minutes, she then heard an unusual cry. Arixo looked around to find a boy, about six-years-old, crying. 

Dropping down from the wall, she walked up to him. "What's wrong?" she asked kneeling down to his height. "M-my sister's note to my mum flew away in the wind," he mumbled. "Mum is sick, and this is the special note my sister and I will give her so she'll feel better."  Arixo looked up and saw a piece of white paper fluttering in the sky. Arixo grabbed an arrow from her quiver and aimed it at the note. Letting the arrow fly, it almost missed the note because of the wind, but the arrow caught the corner and implanted it on a wall. 

Leading the boy over to the wall, Arixo plucked the arrow out of the wall, and she handed the note to the young boy.  "Thank you!" the boy cried happily, then ran away to another young girl that must be his sister. 

Arixo nodded mutely after the boy, and looked around to see if she can use anything for a practice target, because she was rather apparently bored out of her mind.