[color=90EE90][center][h1][b]Cidro[/b][/h1] [b]Deity:[/b] Farore [b]Time/Date:[/b] Day 1, Morning [b]Location:[/b] The river bank, just next to Big Twin Bridge. [b]Tagging:[/b] [@Crusader Lord][@Holy Soldier][@ilovepapa] [/center][/color] Tired, hungry, and soaking wet, Cidro dragged himself out of the water and on to the banks of the river. For what felt like ages, he just lay on the bank, trying to get back any amount of energy that could get him back on his feet. By Farore, he was tired... After about half an hour of lying in place, Cidro finally reached out for his staff, which lay in the dirt just a little ways away. Wrapping his fingers around the metal, he was suddenly struck by just how [i]weak[/i] his grip felt, and decided that maybe, just maybe, this might've been an actual problem. [color=90EE90]"Come on Cid, you can do this."[/color] He groaned out as he stumbled to his feet. [color=90EE90]"Stable's only a couple of meters away... Just a few more steps and we'll have won yet again over that 'starvation' bastard... After all, what self-respecting merchant would ignore poor, starving me with my-..."[/color] And then he paused, hopeful expression fading immediately from his face, as he felt the distinct [i]lack[/i] of rupee purse on his waist. [color=90EE90]"[i]Zero[/i] rupees. Wonderful."[/color] He looked over to the stable, particularly all the crates and barrels and miscellaneous cargo that sat outside, and sighed as he realised that his choice had actually already been made for him. [color=90EE90]"Alright then, time for Plan B, I guess..."[/color] And so, after a few stretches to limber up and try to make his next task easier for himself, Cidro began to sneak towards the stables. This was not quite as easy a task as he'd have liked, of course, due to the relatively open area that surrounded it, but he was nothing if not agile, practically gliding across the ground towards the crates. As he neared the crates, he heard the sounds of another kid, maybe a bit younger than him, shouting, and peaked over to see a blonde girl conveniently distracting everyone for him. Best not to waste this chance then, he thought to himself, and sneaked between a couple of crates until he reached a rather large wagon beneath a tarp. Now, despite not particularly liking the idea of stealing very much, Cidro had shamefully participated in the act every now and then when times got tough. It was thanks to this that he knew a few things others might not, one of them being that you could usually find some pretty interesting things when they're hidden under a tarp. Sometimes, as he was hoping was the case right now, this included fresh ingredients, because who wanted to risk their tasty products accidentally getting all soggy and gross in the case of a sudden storm? However, before this train of thought could continue, he suddenly threw himself back behind the corner he'd just turned, eyes wide in terror at his stupid mistake. There was someone there, some hylian girl around his own age! She was just... [i]sitting[/i] there, completely unaware that she was screwing up his plan! ... No... No, this was bad. On the one hand, if he was caught, things could go to very bad very quickly. On the other hand... He might be starving to death. Getting caught couldn't be [i]that[/i] bad, could it? What were they gonna do, execute him? What normal people would kill a starving kid?! Hell, even if he didn't get away, they'd probably give him some food anyway! While it wouldn't be [i]optimal[/i], seeing as he'd like to get out and continue travelling, he'd come out of it alive... Right? Right! And so, he peaked back around the wheel he'd just hidden behind, only to quickly move back around when he saw to droopy-faced twins running over as well! He waited, listening as they threatened the hylian to keep quiet about what they were doing, and briefly wondered if they were [i]also[/i] sneaking stuff from the wagon like him. However, once they crawled into the wagon, he heard a third voice chatting with the twins. While the smaller kids started to fight, a small pit grew in the bottom of Cid's stomach, and he climbed onto the wheel to peak beneath the tarp as well. [color=90EE90]"Damn it, no!"[/color] He shouted, no longer able to suppress his hunger fueled frustration. [color=90EE90]"Why couldn't you be food? Why'd you have to be a Zora?!"[/color] Another particularly loud growl from his stomach sent him sliding back off the wheel, before slumping against it tiredly. After a few seconds, one final, desperate plan entered his mind, and he looked back up to the tarp. [color=90EE90]"Hey, Zora. Your kind can breath underwater right? Are you any good at fishing?"[/color]