The first time Madge Undersee saw her, she was not sure she'd really seen her at all. After all, she'd only had a glimpse of the young woman she would later dub The Wind Huntress, and from the distance she'd been little more than a graceful silhouette. A dark distant female, on the hill and only just visible, outlined by the sliver moonlight and holding up a bow. Madge gaped up at her from where she was, in a small stretch of trees at the base of the hill. She held her breath as she stared up the slivery shape and then the figure raised the bow higher, releasing an arrow. The very next moment, the alluring silhouette raced after it, as fast as the wind and vanishing from Madge's sight. The blonde girl stared at the empty hill now, blinking in wonder. Had she really seen what she thought she had? No, she couldn't have. This area was the wilderness, no human being was around for miles, aside from Madge and her mother, with the possible except of those wild people. But even that was debatable, since in the five months Madge and her mother had been staying in their secluded cottage home, they had never seen any of the wild people. Also, her mother had moved them to this area just for the very reason that (as far as she knew) NO ONE was around, not even the wild people. No, Madge couldn't have seen anyone. It must have just been a trick of the moonlight. No, not a trick of the light, she thought. There was really someone there, a girl with a bow and arrow.

Madge had been so bemused by what she'd seen that she'd forgotten why she left the cottage at this late hour in the first place, to gather firewood. She went back to doing that immediately, sifting through branches she found on the ground, the moon and stars providing just enough light for her to work. With the moon and starlight, the sixteen year old could make out where she was going and where branches lay. She didn't need any light at all to judge what branches were good to take back or not, all she had to do was run her fingers over them to feel how dry or wet they were. It took her longer than normal to finish her chore however, not only because of the initial delay when she had sighted the moonlit female-shape, but because she'd been distracted after with thoughts of what she'd seen. There was no doubt in her mind that she had in fact seen the young woman, but she was just bewildered. Bewildered to have seen someone in the first place near midnight in the middle of no where and bewildered to have seen whoever it was she had seen, just because the girl had seemed so surreal. Okay, so maybe she couldn't dwell on it or judge, but even though Madge had only glimpsed her, she'd seen beauty and confidence in that glimpse. She'd seen determination in the way the silhouette had raised the bow, and she had seen it all in only a matter of moments.

The blonde girl clutched the armload of wood to her chest as she walked back to her home, winding through the familiar stretch of trees through the paths she'd previously created. Her mother spied her on the path through the living room window and stood, holding the door open for her daughter and greeting her with a mildly relieved smile when she stepped over the threshold. "It's about time you showed up, you're a bit later than you usually are. I was starting to worry." Madge put the wood in a box next to the fireplace and turned back to her mother. "I'm sorry." she murmured and dipped her head slightly. "It's fine, but what kept you? Did you just have trouble finding good wood?" asked. Her daughter shook her head. "No, I saw someone on the hill. A girl." Madge's mother raised her eyebrows at this. "A girl? Out there and at this time? Are you sure Madge?" She nodded. "Hm…" Mrs. Undersee looked skeptical. "That's very strange, it's not that I don't believe you, but that's a bit farfetched hon."

"She had a bow." The sixteen year old looked at her mother evenly, her eyes still holding the awe they'd fixed upon that silver outlined shape. "Do you think she was one of the wild people?" Her mother shook her head. "She couldn't have been Madge, only men hunt in those…Tribes is what I suppose you'd call them…Anyway" she waved a hand in a dismissive manner. "No girl or man would be hunting at this time of night, it's much too dark. I think you were mistaken dear, I think it must have been a trick of the light." Madge sighed and considered this. She doubted herself for a second, but she'd lost the doubt as soon as it slivered in her mind. Madge knew she saw that girl, she must have seen that girl. The brief moment that she laid eyes on the silhouette had been too real to have been nothing but a trick of the light. But as sure as Madge was that she'd seen the young woman, she was just as sure protesting against her mother wouldn't change her mind. "You're probably right, Ma." You're not, and I don't blame you for being skeptical, she thought But I know she was there and I hope to see her again.