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I feel so happy to have inspiration enough to color (somewhat) xD. This idea came to me the other night of the big four as kids (I can’t help but to love them as kids D:)and doing a sort of “story time” or “pretend” skit. Jack and Merida sort of fought for the “knight’s” role, you can guess who won and who lost ;).
The moon had hung high in the sky when Merida arrived, the night before the competition began. The doors of the looming castle had been locked tight and so she settled herself in the stables with Angus and drifted off against his stomach, rising and falling with each large breath. So many times as a child she'd done this - run off to escape her mother’s fury under the faithful watch of her horse. They wouldd search all over the kingdom for her when she'd wander back in with hay in her hair, a sleepy look in her eyes.
She awoke the next morning to the birds chirping; the sun was bright through the slits of the stable's wood planks and she blinked sleep from her eyes. Angus stayed sleeping as she stood, snatching up the rucksack she had packed full of food and basic essentials.
The castle seemed even more grand in the daytime and the smallest pang of homesickness clenched at her heart as she stared up at it. They had to have realized she was missing by now. Did her mother search for her in the stables only to find an empty stall? She hadn't meant to worry them or to hurt anyone, but she couldn't marry MacIntosh. How could they make her?!
The whirling thoughts filled her head so loudly that when a stick snapped close behind her, she reacted with her gut and in a fluid movement had spun around, notched an arrow and aimed it at her 'assailant'.
INSPIRATION - archery
to the archers who view their arrows as an extension of their souls, whose aim is a force to be reckoned with as they kill from a distance. they are clever warriors, keeping safe distance while making their attacks, ensuring their own security while piercing that of their enemies.
Glen Affric #01 - Scotland by Mathieu Noel on Flickr.
“The wildlings seemed to think Ygritte a great beauty because of her hair; red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky.”
You love him?
“I don’t want to get married, I want to stay single and let my hair flow in the wind as I ride through the glen firing arrows into the sunset!” - King Fergus imitating Merida
my brave wee lassie.
