[center][hider=Theme] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83ExRzEHtjU[/youtube] [/hider][/center] “[color=salmon]So I said to him, hehehe, I said. ‘You’re gonna be real disappointed ya know.’ Then the blustering man looks redder than a tomato.[/color]” Blue and green rupee cards fanned out before the skullkid’s eyes, her eyes seemingly scanning them thoughtfully. “[color=salmon]He goes on to say, ‘how do you mean?’ in this stuffy castle town accent. I said, ‘’Cause you’re gonna be ponying up your favourite pair of shoes for this!’ Then I pull out this slimy, stinky piece of garbage that I had managed to fish out of the canal, his once beloved belt buckle. Hahahaha! His face was priceless![/color]” The deku baba she was playing cards with snapped again [i]just[/i] out of range from where she was sitting cross legged. The light wind caused by the snapping plant flipped a card revealing what Jillian thought would be the card it picked. When the deku baba retracted growling, Jillian plucked the flipped over card and placed it on the pile. “[color=salmon]Good choice. Now you went and stumped my play.[/color]” Jillian said pursing her blue lips over pointed teeth. She rubbed her shortened nose across her sleeve. She glanced up over her cards, “[color=salmon]Now I know this ain’t no place for you. It’s dry, no grass, probably no rain. But! Don’t worry. I got your back.[/color]” She placed her one card with a single blue rupee painted on it. They were a set of cards she had made for herself out of pulp wood shavings. It took a few hours for them to dry and cut them into rectangle shapes while a little ‘paint’ she used from muddled berries and grass. Not really sure what sort of game she was playing, something she saw adults in Castle Town playing and tried to copy it. The deku baba snapped again startling her a little. Even with plans to make it to Kakariko Village today, the skullkid was distracted by boredom. Taking an alleged break from the tedium of lonely travel. “[color=salmon]Alright alright. It’s fine, I accept your humble defeat. You’re a good sport. I gotta get goin’ anyway. Heading to that big party for whatshisface, the uh, Hero of Time.[/color]” She said with a nervous giggle gathering up the cards and stuffing them into her knapsack. Then pulling out a small sign reading in sloppily written Hylian. [i]“Pretty please Water”[/i] Carefully she approached the deku baba, a resounding guttural snarl rumbled out of the plant. She watched it with red yellow eyes holding the sign in front of her. The plant snapped it’s huge head filled with razor sharp teeth again, Jillian dodged then quickly tied the sign around it’s base. Running clear of it’s next attack coming close to losing her hat. When she was out of it’s range she checked her beige well worn pointed hat for bite marks. Her choppy blue hair shades darker than her blue skin was flat at the base of her head and seemed to stick out of its own will along her face. Ears pointed and pierced with little bits of metal she salvaged from her travels across Hyrule. Satisfied she replaced her hat snuggly pulling it down on her head. Slinging her spellbook over her shoulder and then her knapsack, Jillian scooped up the handle of her unlit lantern. Whistling an off key tune as she continued walking along smoothed and dry path to Kakariko Village. [center]---[/center] [center][b]Hero of Time Festival - Mid Morning[/b][/center] Shortly after arriving the festivities were in full swing, rows of stalls in the mini market selling an assortment of knick knacks and food stuffs. Noise, laughter and chatter filled the air. Kids were running rampant dressed in green and faces painted chasing down over a dozen cuccos. Jillian felt right at home amidst the fun chaos. About to join in the race for the escaping cuccos the very same voice that urged her to leave the anxiety ridden Lost Woods, spoke again. [color=f3f9c7][center][h3]¢σмє тσ тнє gяανєуαя∂. ¢σмє qυι¢кℓу. тιмє ιѕ σƒ тнє єѕѕєη¢є....[/h3][/center][/color] Jillian looked longingly at the chase and pouted stomping away toward the graveyard. Promising herself she’d be the first to catch a cucco whenever the stuff she was being urged to attend to in the graveyard was done with. She cut through the crowds and the festival. Earning strange glances and some glares. The glares were returned with her sticking out her tongue at them, she scurried off before they could catch her. When she arrived to the graveyard she climbed the sign for a better vantage noting the eerie morning fog hadn’t burned off yet. She squinted seeing a lit lantern floating on its own. She figured it must of been a poe, she’d seen plenty on her trips throughout Hyrule. Poe’s hanging around a graveyard wasn’t anything new. They often ignored her even after approaching them. She saw the other heavily hooded figure standing near by a tombstone and she couldn’t quite tell what they were exactly. She’d have to ask. Hopping off the sign and landing deftly on her feet with a soft thud she approached. She came up directly to the heavily cloaked person (assumingly a person) then said, “[color=salmon]Why’re you here? How come your eyes are all glowy blue? Didja hear the voice tellin’ you to come here too? What do you look like under the cloak?[/color]” She cocked her head then stepped up to the Poe’s Lantern clinking her lantern against it. “[color=salmon]You guys are real spooky.[/color]”