Airi sighed, kicking her feet. She had nothing to do! How terrible! Eventually, she jumped out of her throne, rushing energetically down the halls, and through the broad doors. She rushed out, keeping herself hidden from any guards that could stop her from leaving. She found herself in a field of short grass, smiling down at the flowers under her feet. Unexpectedly, she heard something. She looked up, and saw a girl with pale skin, and long, silky blue hair, tied in a high ponytail. She held some sort of bow, a bag of arrows slung over her shoulder. Airi watched from a distance as the arrows glid gracefully through the air, penetrating the large oak trees the archer stood over.