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[@GreenGoat][@Kessir Tarkin][@POOHEAD189]

The fresh mountain air was a lungful of possibilities. It was nothing like the damp breeze that swirled through the domain. While Kean loved his home, it was more for his people, his family. Were it safe to bring the children out into the wider world he would in a heartbeat. The towering trees, the fuzzy grass, the sheer wonder if it all made Kean wish he could share it with all zora, but that wasn't to be. Most zora never ventured too far from water. It wasn't illogical either. Water was safety for a Zora. There few were a dangerous foe. But the beauty beyond called to Kean.

Oh, the wonders he had witnessed. As he walked through the forest he felt like every step was a step back in time to younger crazier days.

Soon he was running, sprinting through the forest everything was a blur but the wind in his face and flying over his fins made him care not for sights. The sensation alone was brilliant. The domain was never this free. While its gleaming caverns and deep pools were a beautiful sight it always felt closed and isolated. It was safe, and while there were times to be safe, there must also be times to explore and take risks.

Kean slowed down before having to rest. His spirit was just as strong, but he hadn't been adventuring like this in quite some time. After a breather, he took back a more reasonable pace. He wasn’t an old zora yet, but he wasn’t the adventurer he used to be. He’d been on a very different adventure as of late. Two kids kept him busy and happy, but nothing in his adventures would have prepared him for it.

As he drew closer he heard the sounds of music and laughter. It was the festival. He was greatly tempted to go and see, but he was already slower than he wished to be. Swimming down the river had given him some time back, but this did seem pressing. He’d simply have to be quick at the festival. He strode into town and was hit with the sights are sounds of sheer joy. A sweet scent wafted around Kean, and he was drawn towards its source, a baker with delicious fried cakes absolutely covered in honey and powdered sugar. Kean licked his lips showing a shark toothed grin.

[color=FFD700]“Were my wife here she’d tell me no, but I suppose that's a small benefit to travel. Two please.”[/color] Kean chortled with a childish glee.

He stowed one cake, wrapped in waxed paper, and chomped into the other. Kean continued on his way taking in the sights and humming only to the tunes of a band which he couldn’t spot from where he was. His attention was caught by a man calling at him.

“You there, fishy, try your luck?”

[color=FFD700]“Me? Oh, I have terrible luck.”[/color] Kean said laughing internally, but sighing to the man.

“Everyone’s luck changes. Knock down the bottles and you can win a prize.”

[color=FFD700]“Eh, it’s a party.”[/color] Kean shrugged taking the challenge.

The man handed him a ball and indicated to a triangle stack of bottles. Kean sized them up, pulled back his arm, and made a sideway pitch that sent the ball curving into the rightmost and center bottom bottle. The right bottom flew off, and the other smacked into the other bottom bottle sending everything off the table.

[color=FFD700]“Yeah, I have terrible luck, but skill isn’t lucky.”[/color] Kean laughed grabbing a stuffed cucco off the shelf while the man grumbled to himself.

With that Kean felt he had spent more than enough time and hurried onward to the graveyard. A bizarre group of travelers stood before him.

[color=FFD700]“Good morrow fellow adventurers. Do you too seek the mysterious dream voice?”[/color] Kean asked joyfully as ever before taking another bite out of his fried cake.