Annamore had heard tales and rumors of a girl, a princess in fact, who was supposedly resistant to love. The stories said that she was a fiery haired girl who would rather shoot arrows at targets than bother with fancy clothes and boys. Annamore didn't see how that meant she didn't love, since love came in many forms, but the stories had made her curious anyways. She decided to go and watch this girl, see what she was like. She thought the girl actually sounded pretty fun, from the descriptions.
She settled on a tree top near the castle that it was said this girl lived in, and waited for a stirring.in the castle. As she waited, a few brave birds landed near her to investigate the giant funny looking bird - their words, not hers. She reassured them with a quick word, proving she knew their language. Calmed, they landed around her and started preening her feathers, something she couldn't do on her own. Relaxing, she had almost fell asleep when she heard the sound of galloping hooves. She sat up quickly, startling the birds away, and peered down at the source of the noise. Sure enough, a girl riding a large, beautiful horse was galloping along the path towards them, then seconds later she was past. Annamore giggled, the girl had red curly hair just like her own, although it looked like it might even be curlier. It wasn't as gravity defying, though. The girl was shooting arrows at targets as she rode by with brilliant accuracy. Without a second thought, Annamore took off flying after her, wanting to watch her more.