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The warrior's stride, the elders of the Tribe called it. Walk with purpose and with a goal in mind, but always be weary of all that transpires around you. Navi had always been good at it. [i]She has a pair of eyes at the back of her head, that one[/i] The elders had whispered during her training. It was this that made her slid back and crouch, avoiding most of the fire and only left a deep frown marring her forehead in response. 

It was a strange guide that risked incinerating her chosen champions without warning. Yet, it was not to Navi to say how this pixie should be leading. 

The silence she had wrapped herself in stayed for the moment, while she scouted out potential partners in the fight ahead. Oh, there would be a fight, there always was. Perhaps not one where her spear would be readied and blood drawn in violence, but a fight nonetheless and it had already started.

The moment Lethe had spoken of forming groups, conflict was inevitable.

"[color=FFA800]Win?[/color]" The Gerudo finally spoke again. She ignored the others and her attention was solely fixed on Jillian. There was an intensity to her glance, like she was probing the likeliness of the statement. Then the summoned entities was given some scrutiny, but only for a moment before Navi shrugged.

"[color=FFA800]You have my interest, Skullkid[/color]." With that done, she leaned against her spear and looked at the others. "[color=FFA800]Anyone else who wishes to [i]win[/i]?[/color]"

In the meantime she completely ignored the little Gerudo hiding behind the legs of the giant Hylian. Curiosity a plenty, but if she demanded the child back into her custody... it would surely inspire some form of strife here and now. This wasn't in any of their interests.

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