Merida
The Fiery Archer
Freedom’s a fire, laddie—it burns brightest when ye fight for it!
My bow’s me compass, me arrows me voice—I speak truth at a hundred paces. The forest’s me ally, the critters me kin, and tradition? A target to shoot through. Chasin’ dreams ain’t about bein’ brave; it’s about no’ lettin’ fear saddle yer path. Ye’ve got a fire in ye too, laddie. Stoke it—or it’ll gutter out.
What I'm Into: carvin’ magic outta o’ stones, dodgin’ ceilin’ beams on horseback, my ma’s lecture-loads o’ lessons, the whisperin’ woods at twilight, sparrowhawks ‘n’ stray arrows
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