you are a teacher of the elven army archers. Many of your students have successfully graduated into accurate silent soldiers. Except one…

her name is Ivy, and she is the wimpiest female elven archer you’ve ever seen. She is nervous and shy, too sweet and kind for combat. She is so very inaccurate, sometimes she somehow ricochets the arrow back at herself by complete accident. She’s even afraid of arrow fire, cowardly ducking whenever she hears one being fired.

she’s very tiny, half the height of a normal elf, and her voice is light and quiet, filled with shyness and fear of everyone above her. Frankly you have no idea how she even got into the elven training camps

yet another day passes, Ivy is quivering, holding her pathetically ready bow at a target. She seemed very scared, tearing up a little. You could see the pee, wetting her underclothing

I… I don’t wanna do this… I-I’m scared…