Mona wove through the houses. She had her mind set on a specific task. As she cut a sharp corner, she was met with a hard surface. When Simona looked up, she saw a tall, pointed eared woman. She had silvery skin that seemed blue tinted, dark midnight hair that was braided with silver threads, and blue paint on her forearms and cheeks.
"Oh, sorry friend. I did not see you there." the Elf bent, lifting Simona as if she were a bag of potatoes.
"It's okay. I'm fine." Mona brushed dirt and dust away. "I am Selena Dawnslayer." Selena bowed. "Mona." Simona smiled and gave an awkward bow.
Mona and Selena were going in the same direction, so the walked together. "If I may ask, why is it that you were dashing out of the alleyway?" Selena asked once they had reached the tournament area. "I needed to find someone." Mona replied, searching the crowds. "Who?" Selena followed Mona's gaze. "I honestly don't know yet." Mona chuckled before joining a group of squalling archers.
"Pull your arm further back!" Ciaran instructed. "Well sorry! But Gilia never taught me archery." Mona growled.
"Dwarves don't need such contraptions! No matter what Kili says!" Gilia howled with laughter. Mona smirked, jerking the end of her bow upwards, toppling the chair Gilia was in. Ciaran couldn't help but join in as Mona fell on the ground next to Gilia, chortling. "I'm hopeless." Mona sighed after the laughing fit died down. "Nah, you're just out of practice." Ciaran helped her off the ground. "If you say so." Mona mumbled. Ciaran gave Mona a bow, stepping back.
Simona nodded and knocked an arrow. She exhaled slowly and let loose the arrow. It struck the innermost white ring. "Damn." Mona grunted in disappointment. "At least you hit the target!" Gilia hollered.
A/n
And so, Selena was born! Heh, nah, just pullin' yer leg. She was born over a hundred years before that. Hope you guys liked it!