(Going to try doing younger Dest for this one! :D)

Loose pebbles scattered under her steps. Bow strung and arrow at the ready. Keeping low to the ground as she hunted. Blue eyes scanning the foliage for any sign of the creature she was tracking. It had to have gone out this way. Yet this was the furthest she had ever traveled into the Shroud.

She paused in the shadow of a tree, looking around it out over the clearing she had come to. There it was. Her bow raised up, string pulled taut. Judging the wind to adjust her aim. Slight adjustment of the angle to ensure the arrow reached it’s intended target.

Yet something felt off. Something in her gut was warning her. She heard the swing before she saw it since she had been alert already. Rolling away from the tree, looking back towards the man with a lance. A bandit clearly judging by his appearance and the malicious grin on his face. She sucked in a sharp breath. She was only fourteen an still not even old enough to train among the Quiver by her father’s standards. Even with her being smaller and younger she knew better then to challenge this man. A lancer versus an archer. The odds were not in her favor. Every instinct screamed at her to turn an run.

Run she did. Trusting her instincts that this was not a fight she was ready for. She bolted straight for the nearest Wood Wailers. Right into safety. Telling them of what she had encountered. Leaving the bandit for them to deal with. Her hunt a loss.

(Thanks for the Prompt! @ghostly0rigins )

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