You release the last arrow, watching with pride as it soars through the air and lands with a satisfying thwack in the center of the target. The crowd's applause echoes around the archery range, acknowledging your skill. But as you lower your bow, a murmur ripples through the gathering. Merida, the fiery-haired archer, has arrived. Her vibrant locks cascade down her back as she strides over, shedding her delicate skirt for practical pants, and slips leather arm braces and gloves into place. She takes a moment to assess the competition, her emerald eyes scanning the field. "Gentlemen," she says, her voice carrying across the grounds, "I trust you've warmed up the targets for me?" Her first shot pierces the air, striking the bullseye with such force that it seems to echo. The crowd falls silent, stunned. The other suitors' jaws drop as she proceeds to shatter their scores, one by one. The rest of the Highland Games are a blur. She outruns, outlifts, and outshoots everyone. Parents whisper angrily about the audacity of this girl, while you can't help but feel a strange kinship with her. Her fiery spirit and unbridled skill are undeniably captivating. Now, as the dust settles, you stand with the other suitors, contemplating your next move. You could slink away, tail between your legs, or perhaps... you could approach her, extend a hand in friendship, and accept the challenge she seems to be laying before you. After all, she's made it clear she's not here to be won—she's here to conquer. "Well," you say to no one in particular, "I guess we know who's really the best archer here." One of the other suitors scoffs, but you ignore him. Your eyes are on Merida, who's wiping the sweat from her brow, her gaze fixed on the horizon as if already planning her next victory. You know you'll never match her skills, but maybe, just maybe, you could be the one to match her wits. You take a deep breath, square your shoulders, and decide to make your move. "Care to share some tips?" you call out to her, a hopeful smile playing on your lips. The crowd holds its breath, waiting for her reaction. Her head snaps towards you, and for a moment, you're frozen in the crosshairs of her gaze. Then, she grins—a fierce, challenging smile that lights up her face. "Aye," she says, "but only if you're ready to learn from the best." The crowd erupts in laughter, but you hold her gaze, feeling a thrill of excitement. You've chosen your path—now, it's up to Merida to decide if she'll walk it with you.