Smellerbee brought herself to look back at the reflection that lay in front of her. Her grimy face that was caked in dirt with two bright red lines drawn on either side of her face. She was disgusted with herself. No wonder everyone thought she was a boy.

She placed the mirror down on her bed and went to join the rest of the freedom fighters in their dining hall. She sat down next to Longshot, watching him as ate his food, not saying anything. He raised an eyebrow at her as if to ask what was wrong. Smellerbee shook her head, " I 'member you told me you wanted to show me somethin'." Longshot nodded and pointed down to his food.

"Yeah I aint mean going right now," she let out a forced laugh. Somewhere deep in the pit of her stomach panged . Why did Longshot like her? She wasn't very pretty, she wasn't the nicest, she wasn't even the best fighter. She was too skinny, her voice was unattractive, the list just went on.

Longshot slowly pushed his plate over towards Bee. Half of his plate was still full, "No," she said softly pushing it back to him, "you need to eat." Longshot pushed the plate, "I'm not hungry," she said, her hands going to grip her boyfriend's hand, "now eat."

Longshot obediently finished off his plate. He gripped his hand tighter around Bee, giving her a small smile before standing up and pulling her with him. The two of them walked to his room, stopping only to admire the beautiful red of the trees surrounding the hide out.

When they entered his room, Longshot pulled off a sheet hanging on a easel. Smellerbee let out a soft gasp. Longshot had painted her. She looked fierce, and strong, and she wore a grin that was hungry for a fight. It was amazing.

"Wow," she muttered. Longshot inclined his chin as if to ask her what was wrong. Bee gasped, "Why do you like me? I'm not pretty. The townspeople think I'm a boy and look at you funny when we walk together! Even the freedom fighter laugh when they find out I'm a girl! I look like a monster," she said eyeing the painting.

Longshot's face fell slightly, but it wasn't over the painting. He cupped Bee's chin, tilting it back until she looked into his eyes, trying to show her how he felt without using any words.I don't care about anyone but you.

He brushed Smellerbee's hair behind her ear and leaned down, gently brushing his lips against hers. Who wants a princess when I can have a huntress, he wanted to tell her, wanted to tell her she wasn't a monster. That she was his huntress. He pulled Bee into his arms and deepened the kiss, slowly pushing her back against the wall of his room.

Smellerbee wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling away only to catch her breath, "Thanks," she said softly. Longshot smiled down at his girlfriend then abruptly pulled away, pulling his paintbrush.

Bee watched quietly as his strokes grew more complicated, and when he steps back, Bee once again gasped. He had painted wings. Monsters didn't have wings.

Longshot didn't even have warning when the smaller girl jumped onto him, storming him with kisses.