[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200416/f3c69712fa376f7a004d019cd5d5c73c.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][indent][right][sub]Ferris Wood [color=goldenrod]|[/color] Winding Paths[/sub][/right][hr] [color=goldenrod]“This isn't... your first time using the bow part, is it?”[/color] Mitra thought aloud, the question being on her mind as she walked at pace with the others. The blonde had been trained to use a spear for years, so this wasn’t her first rodeo, though for others it very well might have been. Not everyone was as privileged as she had been or as trained. She had picked up her first training spear when she was seven years old, though it wasn’t much of one. She thought about it often. A time where things were happier and she wasn’t forced to trudge through and work for a country she had been raised to despise. ‘Alexandrians hate us more than anything else in the world.’ One of her instructors at the Imperial Academy had said. Looking back, she wasn’t sure how much of it was true. She shrugged off the thought, keeping her focus on her side of the woods. [/indent][/indent][/indent]