[ it's the bow that draws the young girl's eye, and perhaps it's this more than anything else that has her step out from her hiding spot. it's a wonder her bright mane of red hair hadn't given her away to begin with, because despite the shadow, the colour is vibrant, especially set against the green of her dress.
she doesn't clutch her own bow, but she holds it firmly in her hand as she straightens, her spine straight (as her mum had spent years teaching her) because there was no telling what any of these strangers might be like. when she speaks, her voice is thick with the highlands. ]
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she doesn't clutch her own bow, but she holds it firmly in her hand as she straightens, her spine straight (as her mum had spent years teaching her) because there was no telling what any of these strangers might be like. when she speaks, her voice is thick with the highlands. ]
You surprised me.