[Merida's been hunting the same boar, from an entirely different angle to Lagertha that she didn't even see the other woman. Not quite as skilled at hunting boar as she is deer and rabbit, she keeps her distance, knowing well what the likelihood of being gored if the animal senses her is. Her bow is drawn, arrow notched in the string. Her foot steps onto the tree root in front of her, pulling the bowstring back to her cheek.
Unfortunately for her, she steps wrong and slips, the wood cracking underneath her as she lets out a yell. Down she tumbles through the snow, shock of red hair bright against the white background as she comes to a land at the foot of the slope in the meadow. In the meantime her arrow took off with her accident, landing in the bark of a tree near Lagertha as Merida sits up, recovering from her fall with a hand to her head.]
Och, that dúr...I almost had it!
[She sounds young, brogue thick as she leaned back on her bow hand, rubbing at her skull.]
II screech yes
Unfortunately for her, she steps wrong and slips, the wood cracking underneath her as she lets out a yell. Down she tumbles through the snow, shock of red hair bright against the white background as she comes to a land at the foot of the slope in the meadow. In the meantime her arrow took off with her accident, landing in the bark of a tree near Lagertha as Merida sits up, recovering from her fall with a hand to her head.]
Och, that dúr...I almost had it!
[She sounds young, brogue thick as she leaned back on her bow hand, rubbing at her skull.]