06-15-2015, 07:15 PM
They recovered on the other side of the embankment. Letting the waters of the Animus River flow right-on-by, rushed breathes became whispers in the winds that blew, and the swaying tumble of leaves, crumpled unto the ground all around. Muse - at first - leaned upon bark, slumping and panting against it. Looking at her unlikely Companion, she sighed - ever so sorry that this had happened at all. While blame may not rest on her shoulders, that didn't stop the sinking feeling of a loss. Momentarily she shut her eyes, arching a hand out until a sphere of rainbows formed: Omniliumn.
"Are you hungry?" Muse asked, scooting forward away from a tree. She began to arrange what sticks and brush laid about, but then paused, realizing how silly of an effort that would prove. With such a force of change already in her palm, there was no need for manual practices. It sapped some strength from her sure, but in time that would return. Now that they had left their pleasant encounter trapped across the River, they had needn't worry for quite awhile. In fact, their Goblin friends would most likely continue their own quest.
"You want to eat at a time like this?"
"You're tired, and I am as well. If you wish to brave the Tangles on an empty stomach, by all means, go on ahead. Or, if you'd like we can talk for awhile - catch our breaths before traveling onward?"
Muse flipped the Orb in her hand as it began to glow. It almost vibrated before she let it fall forward and onto the dirt. There it shone brightly for a couple minutes, and then instead flickered to life in ever burning embers: ashes that crackled and smoke that rose by the Animus' trickling flow. Above the flames, a pot (quite steaming hot already) boiled all manners of goodies that brought tears to the eyes with smells so deliciously tender and wrought with juice, that all but the most reserved of folk, would be unable to resist the temptation to scarf down what they could. Her stomach growled. There were ceramic containers provided on either side.
As Muse churned the panned pot, Remilia ceded to the 'logic' as it were, but defiantly demanded more than just a 'false' name. "Let's start with something simple then (shall we) - where are you from?" The Vampire fluttered over flapping her wings a few times, and thereafter spreading her legs forward (wrapping her arms around them) and drawing in close to the campfire.
Since their little escapade, the heat had dispersed; the sun had sunk below the tree-line span, and surely enough that intense temperature began to lower for the upcoming 'eve. Although not pitch black, Twilight would approach soon enough. And, the Canopy of endless Green Tangles, gently tumbled and shook in the breezes that swept right-on-through. In other lands it may have been the onset of a storm. Here, barely any clouds to blot out the beamed rays of light that spanned outwards in all directions. Soon, they would falter entirely.
Wildlife beckoned with their cries, and mating calls. The beating Drums had long since faded, and Muse stared longingly into the scorched logs. A spoon had been provided, and with it, she stirred lightly. "Hyrule," she replied after a few moments, already well aware that the name wouldn't mean much to another in these Realms.
"Never heard of it."
The Hylian giggled at the blanket statement. "As though I expected you had?" Her laugh certainly lightened the tension, and through the curves in her mask, it was clear that she was smiling. A rare enough treat so far within the Wilds. "I fear not many that wander these Realms will. It's a Name for a forgotten place, and most likely (now), great loss." And to herself she thought: Perhaps it best stay that way. Ganon, gone, myself gone...the Triforce meant to keep Balance, stolen from its home. That knowledge of impending doom weighed down her very soul. It troubled her. However, nothing could be done yet.
"Were you a Bard there, as well?" A hint of devilishness in Remilia's eyes flashed. The barred fangs within her mouth flashed at it. Thereafter (in no seconds at all), gone - such as a trickster playing the long, and hard of it: a game that is not really meant to be won, rather, enjoyed. At her query she inched closer, sniffing at the contents of what would be her dinner. Certainly not better than that which her Staff could conjure, but it would suffice.
"Yes." A simple answer. Muse continued to stir, gripping the ladle tighter. The stew began to bubble and the aroma rose ever up in steam. It lingered passing the life that crept up bark, frolicked in grasses and thickets, and mostly intertwined with the smoke from fire's fair burnt embers. "Almost ready." She stated blankly. Her free hand reached down and detached sword and sheath. Then, she placed it beside herself.
"Liar, Liar!" Remilia chanted. The words flung out and intruded, tearing down the walls of what otherwise would have been a pleasant meal in the early evening hours. "You can fool yourself, and the feral, green-skins all you want. You're not an Elf - whatever that is - and you're no vagabond."
Zelda glared while pulling her mask down and revealing her facial features for the first time to the Vampire. The grimace that stretched upon her face, did not suit her. "Bagu nashas Zelda, Queen of Hyrule, and bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom. Now will you please stop pressing." She lifted the mask again and covered her face once more. "To you, and to everyone, I'm Muse. Nothing more than a bard. There are those that will wreck havoc across entire realms simply to find me. And, that is something I wouldn't wish to happen anywhere."
The twisted thoughts of Remilia Scarlet were already turning.
Grabbing a bowl from aside, Muse dipped the ladle once, and then twice into the pot, retrieving some for herself. She dished it out and repeated the same actions again. Raising the counterpart, she extended it to Remilia whom had briefly fallen silent. Although the Vampire did take the offering. "What of you, Remilia? There are tales - in songs that are sung (others dared not) - that tell of the Power within Blood. Immortality granted to those that will pay the price."
After tilting her head, Muse blew softly on the contents of her own. Then, she began to sip at it slowly, and tentatively for that matter. She sighed in relief as she found the taste much to her liking. Soon, she would grab seconds for herself. Apparently, she had failed to notice a simple fact: she was starving.
"Are you hungry?" Muse asked, scooting forward away from a tree. She began to arrange what sticks and brush laid about, but then paused, realizing how silly of an effort that would prove. With such a force of change already in her palm, there was no need for manual practices. It sapped some strength from her sure, but in time that would return. Now that they had left their pleasant encounter trapped across the River, they had needn't worry for quite awhile. In fact, their Goblin friends would most likely continue their own quest.
"You want to eat at a time like this?"
"You're tired, and I am as well. If you wish to brave the Tangles on an empty stomach, by all means, go on ahead. Or, if you'd like we can talk for awhile - catch our breaths before traveling onward?"
Muse flipped the Orb in her hand as it began to glow. It almost vibrated before she let it fall forward and onto the dirt. There it shone brightly for a couple minutes, and then instead flickered to life in ever burning embers: ashes that crackled and smoke that rose by the Animus' trickling flow. Above the flames, a pot (quite steaming hot already) boiled all manners of goodies that brought tears to the eyes with smells so deliciously tender and wrought with juice, that all but the most reserved of folk, would be unable to resist the temptation to scarf down what they could. Her stomach growled. There were ceramic containers provided on either side.
As Muse churned the panned pot, Remilia ceded to the 'logic' as it were, but defiantly demanded more than just a 'false' name. "Let's start with something simple then (shall we) - where are you from?" The Vampire fluttered over flapping her wings a few times, and thereafter spreading her legs forward (wrapping her arms around them) and drawing in close to the campfire.
Since their little escapade, the heat had dispersed; the sun had sunk below the tree-line span, and surely enough that intense temperature began to lower for the upcoming 'eve. Although not pitch black, Twilight would approach soon enough. And, the Canopy of endless Green Tangles, gently tumbled and shook in the breezes that swept right-on-through. In other lands it may have been the onset of a storm. Here, barely any clouds to blot out the beamed rays of light that spanned outwards in all directions. Soon, they would falter entirely.
Wildlife beckoned with their cries, and mating calls. The beating Drums had long since faded, and Muse stared longingly into the scorched logs. A spoon had been provided, and with it, she stirred lightly. "Hyrule," she replied after a few moments, already well aware that the name wouldn't mean much to another in these Realms.
"Never heard of it."
The Hylian giggled at the blanket statement. "As though I expected you had?" Her laugh certainly lightened the tension, and through the curves in her mask, it was clear that she was smiling. A rare enough treat so far within the Wilds. "I fear not many that wander these Realms will. It's a Name for a forgotten place, and most likely (now), great loss." And to herself she thought: Perhaps it best stay that way. Ganon, gone, myself gone...the Triforce meant to keep Balance, stolen from its home. That knowledge of impending doom weighed down her very soul. It troubled her. However, nothing could be done yet.
"Were you a Bard there, as well?" A hint of devilishness in Remilia's eyes flashed. The barred fangs within her mouth flashed at it. Thereafter (in no seconds at all), gone - such as a trickster playing the long, and hard of it: a game that is not really meant to be won, rather, enjoyed. At her query she inched closer, sniffing at the contents of what would be her dinner. Certainly not better than that which her Staff could conjure, but it would suffice.
"Yes." A simple answer. Muse continued to stir, gripping the ladle tighter. The stew began to bubble and the aroma rose ever up in steam. It lingered passing the life that crept up bark, frolicked in grasses and thickets, and mostly intertwined with the smoke from fire's fair burnt embers. "Almost ready." She stated blankly. Her free hand reached down and detached sword and sheath. Then, she placed it beside herself.
"Liar, Liar!" Remilia chanted. The words flung out and intruded, tearing down the walls of what otherwise would have been a pleasant meal in the early evening hours. "You can fool yourself, and the feral, green-skins all you want. You're not an Elf - whatever that is - and you're no vagabond."
Zelda glared while pulling her mask down and revealing her facial features for the first time to the Vampire. The grimace that stretched upon her face, did not suit her. "Bagu nashas Zelda, Queen of Hyrule, and bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom. Now will you please stop pressing." She lifted the mask again and covered her face once more. "To you, and to everyone, I'm Muse. Nothing more than a bard. There are those that will wreck havoc across entire realms simply to find me. And, that is something I wouldn't wish to happen anywhere."
The twisted thoughts of Remilia Scarlet were already turning.
Grabbing a bowl from aside, Muse dipped the ladle once, and then twice into the pot, retrieving some for herself. She dished it out and repeated the same actions again. Raising the counterpart, she extended it to Remilia whom had briefly fallen silent. Although the Vampire did take the offering. "What of you, Remilia? There are tales - in songs that are sung (others dared not) - that tell of the Power within Blood. Immortality granted to those that will pay the price."
After tilting her head, Muse blew softly on the contents of her own. Then, she began to sip at it slowly, and tentatively for that matter. She sighed in relief as she found the taste much to her liking. Soon, she would grab seconds for herself. Apparently, she had failed to notice a simple fact: she was starving.
Quote:OOC: Hylian Translation: My name is....
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