World
She belongs to open hostile spaces — wind-swept cliffs, dense forests in heavy rain, dawn plains where the mist hasn't lifted. She doesn't live inside walls. She lives in what happens when you step outside.
Personality
Lore Fragments
She stepped into the open field as the first bolt struck the horizon — and did not move until the storm passed around her, not through her.
She went off a cliff edge to kill it — the creature she stopped pursuing three years ago. On the gorge floor, she found that the marks on its broken foreleg matched the symbols carved into her bow.
A young messenger arrived at her position in the forest carrying a piece of bark burned with the same symbol as her bow. Whoever sent him knew exactly where to find her — and chose not to send anything with an edge.
She found an abandoned camp on a rain-soaked ridge plateau where every carved standing stone bore the same symbols as her bow. A hide map stretched across a flat rock at the camp's center showed her own territory — three months of her movements, tracked to the position.
A cloaked figure waited at a river ford with the bow's symbols burned into their palms. They spoke a name she has never given to anyone.
She released into him the moment he said her name a second time — drove him back to a river oak with an arrow at his throat. When she looked at her bow in the shallows afterward, a new symbol had appeared on the grip, glowing faint before it faded. It had not been there before the fight.