From within the trees, bushes, grass and flowers, a pair of young green eyes that belonged to a young boy sleeked back raven black hair that was at least a year or two younger than the boy that his was watching as the boy held a bow and a notched arrow. He looked with curiosity, caution for he knew he should not be here. He watched the boy aim, take calm breaths before letting the arrow fly. Watching the boy from beside a tree within the grounds of the training field. He seemed shy, innocent to the world around him as most children are. Dark green, black and white attire that made him seem like he was not from Alfheim. What the raven-haired boy didn't expect was to suddenly lock eyes with the boy that shot the arrow.