[ Robin is often traversing the forest anyway, but with the current tumult in his life, the solitude the forest offers is particularly comforting. He craves it, deep in his soul. It's home out here - a little piece of it, anyway. Even in Wonderland, separated from his son and the world he knows, he can still find refuge and solace, and he's clinging desperately now to those good things.
He has his bow hooked on his shoulder and his quiver slung over his back as he walks. As he's about to set up target practice in a cluster of trees, he spots a young man climbing one of those very trees. Not wanting to startle him and cause him to possibly lose his balance, he waits until he's up there and moves in closer to look up at him, smirking softly. ]
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He has his bow hooked on his shoulder and his quiver slung over his back as he walks. As he's about to set up target practice in a cluster of trees, he spots a young man climbing one of those very trees. Not wanting to startle him and cause him to possibly lose his balance, he waits until he's up there and moves in closer to look up at him, smirking softly. ]
Quite the talent you have.