Ambra calmly continued to sit on the horse, her eyes looking up at the sky. It was so blue. She just loved nature, how the clouds rolled across the cerulean sky and how the trees danced in the wind. Even though it was a dry breeze, they still swayed and rocked back and forth. The leaves that were simply husks, dry, dead. It was sad, but maybe if rain fell to the parched earth, they would be alive again. She imagined the thirsty land drinking the water, the leaves becoming green again. But she knew that the rain would to constantly fall to earth, enough to keep the soil wet. But she knew that Plegia’s brutal deserts would not do such a thing. They were as brutal as the ruffians that constantly invaded Ylisse. No remorse, no mercy.
[b]”Hmm?”[/b] Ambra said, a bit tired as she looked over her shoulder. [b]”Yes, I’m an archer. When I began to train the art of fighting, my master Scipio handed me this bow and quiver. He said that an archer was just as important as any lord, warrior, or mage.”[/b] she smiled softly. [b]”I fell in love with archery soon after. I could hit a bird’s nest at the top most branch of a large tree.”[/b]
Ambra glanced over Silas then, her eyes flitting over to his bow. [b]”You’re an archer too!”[/b] she piped, a smile on her face as she looked at his face. [b]”I never had an archer buddy. Not since…”[/b] she drifted off. She never did find out what happened to Scipio. She assumed he was dead… she hadn’t heard from him in a very long time. Why couldn’t she had stayed to defend him? She rubbed her back, wincing in pain. [b]”I hope this pain goes away soon.”[/b]