[center][h1][color=gold]Zelah[/color][/h1][/center]

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[color=gold]Deity[/color]: Hylia

[color=gold]Time/Date[/color]: Day 1, Morning

[color=gold]Location[/color]: Bugut's Wagon, Underneath Tarp

[color=gold]Tagging[/color]: [@Holy Soldier][@Rabidporcupine]
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[color=gold]"You are not the only one who has dealt with monsters last night, but here is what food i have left,"[/color] Zelah said under her breath, keeping quiet but audible to the under-the-tarp group as she spoke to Cidro briefly. 

Zelah let out a small, quiet sigh as she pulled out her remaining rations, biscuits and some dried meat she had been given for her journey, and shoved them into Cidro's hands quickly. They were enough for one good meal, at least, for one person. 

She then adjusted her position, taking a knee to get a better look at things rather than lying sprawled underneath the tarp with the rest of the group. Though it was not like she hadn't been looking on and listening to what was being said...and now a somewhat troubled look donned her face. This young Zora, even if it was the first time she was seeing one in person and not out of the pages of books or drawings, seemed unaware of his own status as a Zora and...essentially as a pet. At least, if the young one's words and demeanor were of any hint as to his situation as far as he was aware of it. 

Further, it was not like...ah, it was not like these kids were professional thieves. Not that she was one, but...ah, she supposed it was like when her brother had acted all powerful when he was younger. Then the next day he had landed face-first into a cart full of clothes and jewelry trying to leap between roofs. 

More concerning was the fact that this Zora child was not in a good position. Perhaps the man who had raised him wasn't entirely bad. After all, the child had water (she had heard it was necessary for Zoras) and seemed to not be suffering. And yet...hmm, his situation didn't sit right with her entirely either. 

[color=gold]"....I'll help you as well, Koja,"[/color] the golden-haired girl said, a small smile coming to her face as she looked warmly to the red-colored Zora child, putting a hand gently to the glass across from Koja's hands, [color=gold]"My name is Zelah, and i think it's about time you had time to enjoy the free and open water as well. Its not right to stay cooped up all the time, after all."[/color]

Indeed...it wasn't right for him to be contained like this. It wasn't 'right', according to the feelings in her gut. If his 'master' objected, well, she'd see what kind of man he was from that when or if such a time came. This child, for all she knew, had been stolen from home or such for that matter. And even if not, the mere lack of his familiarity with what he was in terms alone was concerning for how he had been 'acquired' in her mind.