As Zetta leaned down to check on him, an arrow zipped past her, the feathers of the fletching grazing her scalp and shooting right between the two puffs she wore high on her head.

当 Zetta 俯身查看他时，一支箭从她身边飞驰而过， 箭羽掠过她的头皮， 射在她高高戴在头上的两只羽绒服之间。