She was wearing strange clothes and in a strange place that she at least had the strong feeling had certainly seen better days, she had a bow tightly griped in her hands. It wasn't hers, both it, the arrows, and the quiver were strange to her but nothing she couldn't wield with smooth efficiency.
For the moment under her other arm is a small crate of apples. As she walks down a corridor she's anxious and has no idea what to expect, after all the only thing she was told before being forced here was to survive, so if she had to she was very much going to do just that.
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It was confused.
She was wearing strange clothes and in a strange place that she at least had the strong feeling had certainly seen better days, she had a bow tightly griped in her hands. It wasn't hers, both it, the arrows, and the quiver were strange to her but nothing she couldn't wield with smooth efficiency.
For the moment under her other arm is a small crate of apples. As she walks down a corridor she's anxious and has no idea what to expect, after all the only thing she was told before being forced here was to survive, so if she had to she was very much going to do just that.