Madge sat on her porch three days later, gnawing on her lip and absently watching a dragonfly flutter in the evening light, when her mother sat beside her and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Okay Madge, tell me what's on your mind." the older woman murmured, mild concern showing in her eyes. "What?" Madge blinked at her in surprise, not sure what to say. "You've been acting different lately. Distracted, like there's something on your mind. A couple weeks ago it was a kind of glum distracted. It's different now I think, but I don't know what it is. So, what is it?"

questioned. Madge sighed and squirmed in her spot. She felt very awkward. After all, she hadn't realized she'd been acting different and she didn't even think she could tell her mother why. She hadn't believed her the first time Madge told her she'd seen someone, so why would she believe her now? And if she did believe her, she'd probably tell Madge to stay away from The Wind Huntress. Madge's mother was very wary of people these days, extremely cautious ever since Madge's father was killed in a riot five months ago. Madge was also more wary of people these days, but she felt differently about The Wind Huntress. "I don't know what you mean Ma, I'm not distracted by anything." she answered and then smiled jokingly. "What could I possibly be distracted by out here? In the middle of nowhere?" looked doubtful for a moment but then smiled back, shaking her head. "I don't know, you're right. I guess I'm just imagining things. But if there was something wrong, you would tell me. Wouldn't you Madge?" Her mother's expression grew a bit more serious as she studied her daughter.

"Oh yeah, of course I would." she nodded and actually thought this to be true. She would tell her mother if something was wrong, but nothing was. Nothing at all, Madge considered herself lucky that she's seen The Wind Huntress, and longed to actually meet her. "Good." Mrs. Undersee smiled again and stood up, giving her daughter's shoulder one last pat and then walking down the porch steps. "I'm going to go collect some water." she said and Madge only then noticed that her mother was holding a two-gallon jug. "Need help?" she asked, ready to get up and go grab another jug. "That's alright hon, I got it. You can help me get some more tomorrow, it's getting too late. I'm just going to get enough to last us the night."

Madge nodded and with that, her mother was off. It was getting late, the evening sky had already darkened in just the few minutes she'd spent talking to her mother. So amazing how quickly evening can fade into night, she thought. Gathering firewood at night was one thing, gathering water was a different story. Her mother was very worried (too worried, as far as Madge was concerned) that one of them would fall in the river and drown. Madge was happy that it would be night soon, because that meant she'd be able to go and wait for The Wind Huntress. She wasn't sure if the young woman would even show up, as she hadn't the past two days, but Madge would go back and wait anyway. I'll wait every night until I see her again, she told herself.

She left as soon as her mother returned, heading into the small cluster of trees (too small to be considered a forest really. Perhaps mini-forest would be a good term for it) before the hill. There wasn't much good firewood to collect at all, and she thought she'd actually have to go back home empty handed tonight. No, she wouldn't do that. She'd just have to find a another way to get wood. Climbing a tree and breaking off its branching was the obvious thing to do, so Madge did. She gripped the branch of the tree closest to the swell of the hill and started to pull herself up. The rough bark scraped the skin on her palms, but only slightly and she made her way onto the branch. She stood up on it and reached for the one above, grasped it tightly and hauled herself up, bracing her knee against a smaller branch across from that one to help keep balanced. As she did so, her knee-length skirt roe up and she could feel the cool night breeze brush past her skin. Madge continued climbing up another few feet, until she spotted a good thick branch that would be easy to stand on.

She stood on the thicker branch and wrapped one arm around the trunk to keep herself steady while she reached up with her other arm and tried to break the branch above, one that appeared to be dead. She was pleased by this, since dead wood was the best for catching fire. Madge pulled on the branch as hard as she could, but just one hand's strength was not enough to break it. She uncurled other arm from around the trunk and tried with both hands, pulling down as hard as she could. The branch wiggled but would not give way. "Ugh!" She let out a grunt of frustration, and it was the frustration that blinded her caution. She began jumping up and down, partially pushing herself up and pressing her wait down on the branch. It broke with a loud THAWK and Madge lost her footing, stumbling back off her perch.

She gasped before she screamed and even then it was more a scream of surprise than it was of fear. She was afraid though and wildly grabbed at branches as she fell. They whipped her back and fourth and slowed her fall, but she couldn't get ahold of one. Madge shut her eyes tightly and mentally prepared herself for death. Heaven, here I come. God, if you exist, please take care of my mom…And The Wind Huntress. She felt herself smash into the ground and heard a voice that did not sound like hers utter a loud "OOOF!"

Only it wasn't the ground Madge smashed into, the ground was hard and cold, and what she smashed into was warm and soft. And she was not the one who had uttered the sound. Madge snapped her eyes open only to find a pair of bewildered, silvery moonlit ones starting back into hers. She was stunned to silence as she stared into the face of her accidental rescuer, a girl no older than she was with a dark braid billowing back behind her head. The Wind Huntress, only right now there was no bow her hands, right now she, Madge was the only thing in the huntress's arms. I can't believe it, I just can't believe it, she thought, still nothing short of stunned. Her rescuer did not speak either, only gaped at Madge with her mouth open in a dumbfounded O. Madge studied The Wind Huntress's face, and the light of the moon and stars was all she needed to see that the girl was beautiful, shocked though she was.

Madge had just gathered herself enough to say something when her rescuer dropped her, and it was then she realized that the girl had been on her knees. The force of catching Madge had brought her down, and the blonde was impressed that the young woman had been able to stay upright at all. The Wind Huntress scrambled to her feet in seconds, snatching up the bow she'd dropped to save Madge. "W-Wait!" Madge gasped, struggling to get up. "Don't go, I want-" She broke off there, as the girl had already whirled around and took off running. Madge could still see her, quiver of arrows on her back and braid whipping in the wind as she raced up the hill.