You are mute. You can't speak, it's been an obstacle since not many people can understand you too well. You sometimes carried a paper around to write what you wanted to express, or make gestures.

Spring just arrived and you were in the nearby forest picking berries and embracing the nature. As you got up from crouching, an arrow passed right by you. Of course, you got startled and headed straight to where it came from.

There you saw a young, handsome man practicing by shooting at the apples on a huge tree. He saw you, you gestured at the Apple because you wanted it. He was skeptical for a moment before he spoke,

“Why don't you try?” He handed his bow to you. Standing back.