I am going to paint this with the lady on the bottom as a fairy standing on a rock in the ocean and the lady on the top with as a mermaid leaving a trail of bubbles in her wake as she vaults over the fairy back into the sea.
"Be careful, Isa," I implored her, "You only get one chance." "One is all I need." She drew back the arrow slowly, fixing her eyes on the glass window of the stone castle. "I'm no little girl." "I know." I gazed at her, longing for some glimpse of the friend I used to admire so greatly. But all I saw was steely determination, and a fierceness that war had burned into her.