(i'm just going to jump in..)
Fiona was sitting in a tree in the woods, waiting for someone or something to come by, she had her bow drawn and ready to shoot but hadn't seen anyone yet. Stay low, go fast. shoot first, die last. one shot, one kill. no luck, all skill… she repeated it to herself in her head,thinking of why her dad would've said them to her, He was probably just drunk.. She thought to herself and focused back on the task at hand.
Yve smiles and bows curly before walking down the town path, making his way Out of town and through the forest. He follows the path down and smiles at the serene trees. He takes a seat under a tree, playing with the top of his cane.
He is very peaceful and non-violent in nature and he knew that death would soon sprout but he didn’t have to worry. He sighs loudly and looks up into the trees, staring right At an arrow held by a girl in the tree. His jaw dropped momentarily before he sighed.