things about the archer

Merida looked towards the arrow that was embedded in her own and narrowed her eyes to perfect her aim. “Ye know whit a like the look o’?” She questioned, as she drew back the bow and looked at the target. In a moment the arrow was flying through the air - head of the arrow sailing right for the feathered tail of Robin’s. “Yer hat.” She replied, just as her arrow pierced through his and caused it to split in two and half fall to the ground. She smirked, pleased with herself. Aye, that would show him.

The local King, the King of Scotland – was of course King Fergus, the Bear King – and Merida’s father. So this newcomer was here to see her father? “Guard his daughter…” She trailed off as she quirked her brows and scrunched up her face somewhat. “… Really?” She asked rather surprised as she looked away from Fa and wrinkled her freckled brow. Her father had arranged for a woman to guard her? “Well ah’ll tell ye one thing, ah dinnae need a bodyguard.” Merida quickly retorted as she pulled on Angus’ reins to turn him around. “Ah’m maybe a princess but ah can dae fine on my own.” Merida turned Angus completely and into the direction that head to Dunbroch. She looked over her shoulder and gave a small smirk.

“Ah’m Princess Merida, first born o’ King Fergus an’ Queen Elinor.” She sighed as she moved one of her hand to bat a stray curl of red from her face. Damn thing, always getting in her way. “Hame is this way.” She didn’t move Angus however. She wanted Fa to process what she had told her.