Solim had taken after her father in both looks and height. When she looked into the looking glass, she saw her father's nose and facial shape, his ebony skin and black hair. The only thing she seemed to have gotten from her mother were her eyes - black, but with small specks of brown in them.
Still, it was her father's skill in archery that had gotten her here. She was his only child, and he was all the more proud because of it.
"The leader of the clan's daughter is requesting that this year's event be archery." He grinned. "All those years of shooting down deer and rabbits have paid off."
All of the clan leaders had brought their first born; the others looked far from ready for the competition. Had those boys ever touched a weapon in their short lives? None had her muscular body shape, nor had their already been a bow in their hands.
Each took a moment to stand before the princess. Most of them struggled to think of the words to describe her, and she only looked more annoyed than before.
From up close, Solim could admire Merida. She certainly looked nice, like someone who could hold a bow. Her blue eyes sparkled, and sometimes she would catch a smirk on that face. Only a small bit of her red hair could be seen; there were rumors that it was messy, far from the straight, shiny hair of her mother's. Still, Solim could care less; her own dark hair moved freely.
"Princess Merida," Solim said, getting on one knee and bowing. She placed her bow down. "It is an honor to meet you." She met her eyes. "I promise that I will do everything in my power to win this competition."
Merida smirked.
Solim smirked back.
It seemed that she would just have to wait and find out.