I have three arrows in my hand, the size of my little finger, but no bow.
I think it's a family heirloom because I've had it since I was born, but I was an orphan. My origins have been told in various ways by people in circles.
My adoptive father told me that I might be a descendant of a descendant.
One day I discovered that if I watered it, the arrow would grow. I'm messy.
Carrying my arrows on my back, I embarked on a journey to find a bow!
Purpose: Stay curious and look for wireless possibilities!