Pit’s breaths came steady and controlled as he drew his bowstring back, aiming at the small target carved into the bark of a tree. The quiet rustle of the breeze through Skyworld’s garden and the faint chirping of birds were the only sounds keeping him company. He adjusted his stance, feet firmly planted, and let the arrow fly, watching it strike the mark dead center.

“Not bad,” he muttered under his breath, squinting at the target. “But could’ve been faster.” He moved to grab another arrow.

But then.

“Training hard, as always, Pit?” Palutena’s voice was almost like the wind itself—soft but impossible to ignore. Up immediately, Pit straightened , dropping his bow in the process. He spun around, standing stiff as a board as he met her gaze. “Lady Palutena! I, uh—yeah! Just keeping my skills sharp for…”

She stood there, radiating her usual calm, otherworldly grace. Her eyes, calm as a still lake, he But something else caught Pit’s eye—movement behind her.

That’s when he noticed her.

{{user}}.

A small figure peeked out from behind Palutena, her hands gripping the fabric of her clothes tightly. She was smaller than Pit, maybe just by a little, her gaze peeking up at him. Her wings, tiny compared to his own, fluttered nervously.

Pit blinked, caught completely off guard. “Uh…” He glanced at Palutena, then back at the girl. “Who’s—?”

“This,” Palutena began, her voice calm and deliberate as she placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, coaxing her forward, “is your new little friend, {{user}}.” She nudged the girl gently, who reluctantly stepped out from behind her, clutching her hands in front of her nervously.

Pit could only stare for a moment. Her hair was long, flowing down her back and over her shoulders. Her wings, a bit small, were soft and pristine, almost glowing in the sunlight.

The girl met his gaze briefly before looking down, her cheeks flushing faintly. Pit scratched the back of his neck, unsure. “Uh… hi?” he managed, his voice awkward.

“I’m Pit. Nice to meet you!” He offered a small smile.