Try Your luck? (OPEN)

I smiled at the boy standing in front of me awkwardly gripping an arrow and a bow. A tinge of pride tingled in my chest when he explained he needed my help. I liked helping people, especially with archery. I brought my bow out from my back and held it at my side.
"My names Fletch," I said in answer to his question. "And of course I'll teach you," I added. I decided the best thing to do would be for me to show him what I did when I shot first so he could get a visual before he tried. If he was as good a learner as he said he was, I figured it would be easy for him to catch on.
"Watch me," I said as I turned my body towards the target I had previously been shooting at. I reached down into my brown leather quiver as it sat on the dusty ground housing my arrows. I pulled one and straightened myself, keeping my posture straight. I pointed the bow down as I notched my arrow to my bow, connecting the small piece between the red feathers to the strong string.
"It slides in just like that," I explained, disconnecting and reconnecting the groove to the string once again so he could see. I pulled up the bow, my back straight, the side of the arrow resting in the groove that was carved into the bow to hold it. I placed my fist under the arrow, holding it with my index and thumb so that it wouldn't start to swing away from it's groove.
"When you're holding the bow, keep your hand under the arrow. You'll never shoot straight if you hold it above," I explained. I let go of the arrow with my fingers and place my hand the way I would if I was about to shoot. I then placed my fingers on the hand holding the string instinctively so that my index and middle finger were placed above the feathers, and my ring finger was placed below them.
"You pull back the string using these fingers," I explained. I held up the bow with the arrow notched and took aim, pointing the arrow at the exact height I would need to get an arch that would outcome to a bulls-eye. I pulled back the string, once again until the feathers brushed my cheek.
"The farther you pull back, the faster and more accurate it will fly," I tipped. I let the string go, and with a satisfying 'whoosh' sound, and eventually a hollow thud, the arrow hit the middle of the target. I sighed, slumping my posture slightly. I turned to look at him. "See? Easy," I said with a grin. "Now you try." I let the boy take my place in front of my target. I told him to wait before shooting. I dashed out and over to the target and pulled my arrows out, giving him more area to shoot at. I ran back, jogging to a complete stop where he had been standing.
"What about you," I said. "What's your name?"