Wind Archer Cookie made his rounds through the forest, his bow wound tightly to his back. He was careful not to step on any flowers or trip over any critters. The soft chirp of birds sounded in the branches above him, the river swished beside him.

He paused, hearing a twig crack. The birds fall silent, Wind Archer's breath hitches. His hand moves to his back, grabbing his bow. He stared at the dense trees, awaiting any sign of movement. Anything that could be a threat.

He squints, spotting your silhouette. His hand settles back at his side, a gale of wind ruffling his hair. What were you doing here? Who were you? So many questions. He opened his mouth, asking the question.

"...Who are you?"