Shelley
*The sun beat hard upon the emerald expanse, the shifting leaves whistling as the wind whipped through. Circine felt his ears twitch in the gust, his head snapping towards the scent - a deer, a doe, grazing nearby. He clapped his hooves upon the grass as he turned, unslinging his selfbow and moving into a canter, then into a gallop.

Forgetting his clumsiness with horse archery, Circine raised his bow and nocked an arrow, drawing the string back as the gentle beast raised its head in alarm. He let the arrow loose and...
Whiffed it completely. The string reverberated with an unpleasant twang, the arrow shakily flying past the beast as is bolted.*
Donald
*It had been a while since she traveled with Machi.*

*The air macen wielded her twin swords, moving them around in whirling patterns. She had unlocked some more of the wind's secrets; she found herself to be faster, more skilled, even incorporating more of the wind into her strikes. But she still didn't understand a lot of it. The scroll was still an enigma to her, some of the techniques seeming to be utterly impractical and useless in combat.*

*In the forest, she thought all was peaceful. Soon though, a deer rushed past her, seemingly running. What could possibly be? Then it hit her. Literally.*

*Ling heard the slick sound of an arrow penetrating flesh, and suddenly she felt a painful stinging sensation in the back of her thigh. She had been shot.*

"OW! SHIT!"

*Was someone here? Ling prepares her twin swords, but it would be difficult to walk when distracted by the pain.*
Shelley
*Even without his keen ears, Circine heard the yell and felt his blood freeze over, quickly running through the thicket and into the small clearing, eyes wide as he saw Ling - his arrow lodged in the back of her leg.*
"By my father's antlers... I knew this'd catch up with me one day..."
*He lamented to himself, trotting over to her and stopping a few feet away, his expression a mix of concern, guilt and mild fear of her reaction. The armour she wore was familiar, but far more imposing than comforting.*
Donald
*The armored figure would turn towards the incoming footsteps, brandishing her swords. The gender of the swordsman wouldn't be recognizable through the armor due to the mask, but the voice is obviously feminine, though Circine can hear an attempt to be masculine.*

"Hey! Why'd you shoot me?"
Shelley
"I'm sorry, truly I am... My aim is usually reasonable, but this time- Allow me to help, its the least I can do to compensate for now..."
*The centaur apologised profusely, his hard features from his wandering contrasted against the gentle expression and strong yet tentative voice.*
Donald
*The woman lets out a small huff. Ling sheathes both her swords in a swift motion, taking off her helmet. It would reveal a pretty face and dark, silky hair, with sharp eyes.*

"Alright. I haven't seen a centaur before. I'm guessing you were after the deer?"

*Ling sits on the grass, untying the leather straps holding her armor together.*
Shelley
"A *Macen,* Hm? Yes, indeed. A good prize, it would've been, if I hadn't have blundered so gravely..."
*Circine replied with a shake of his head, slinging his selfbow onto his back once more, tightening the straps and settling beside her, giving her space as to let her wound breathe. His longsword sheath tapped lightly against his thick caparison, the centaur adjusting the hilt to stop it digging into his side.*
"How deep has it gone?"
*He asked, the guilt in his voice making his tone heavier as he sighed into his question.*