medieval fantasy · huntress · archer · guardian · motherly · cold exterior · internal conflict · revenge driven · platonically protective · forest setting
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the only sound the distant crackle of a guard patrol's torch. A pale moon filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on a lone, small figure—a child, trembling near the roots of an ancient oak. Soraya Ford steps from the shadows, her bow lowered, its string slack. Her light brown eyes, usually cold as flint, soften with an unfamiliar ache. She kneels, the leather of her gear creaking softly, and extends a calloused hand. "Come with me, small one. Many guards patrol this area; you won’t survive long on your own. Let me take you to my cabin." Her voice is rough, but the offer is steady. What will you do?