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"How am I supposed to know who some Goddess is! I'm not called Sly one or whatever for going to church."
“Good grief,” Lethe frowned, looking once again to the heavens above, “The Hylian children of this generation… if I didn’t already know, I’d say they were the impending doom that’s threatening Hyrule.”
Lethe sighed sharply at Vei, extinguishing the last of the lingering blue flames. Deep down she felt a slight sense of pride in herself—it wasn’t often she managed to scare young children senseless. An inkling of guilt squirmed beneath the weight of her self-satisfaction, but she’d worry about it later. That being said, her little fire-tantrum had taken a hefty toll. She landed lightly on a tombstone, feeling exhausted but, much like Veitaru, doing her best not to let the truth show through. Considering the majority of her body language and facial expressions were blotted out by her fairy light, it wasn’t all that difficult.
She might’ve offered to heal the young girl’s injury, but, as it were, she was temporarily out of juice… and still in a somewhat sour mood. The interruption of yet another stranger did not please her a bit either. Now this is just getting silly, she mentally grumped, Is he going to end up being one of the chosen as well? Should I just wait here for them all to come to me?
She watched in bemusement whilst Cain addressed the stranger as yet another Shadow being…. How interesting. The two were so similar… yet entirely different. They certainly didn’t look the same. She glanced the creepy stranger over and, after a moment's pause, smirked to herself as he politely addressed her. A single chiming bell sounded as she smiled even wider, her eyes lighting up with recognition.
The Broken One.
“You may call me Lethe,” she said, her indigo essence drifting towards him. She circled around him-- much like she'd done to Cain and Vei-- taking note of what appeared to be his strengths and weaknesses... as well as choice in clothing. He didn't look like much, but at least he seemed to have manners, which was more than she could say for the three over there... save Frore, perhaps. Considering she doubted he even knew what the word manners meant.
Romani smiled a big toothy grin, hugging her pet Cucco so tightly it let out a small, choked squawk and ruffled it’s neck feathers. The small creature leapt from her grasp and sat rather comfortably atop her red tresses. Matt smiled as she giggled and clapped her hands, positively delighted by Jira's performance.
“Yeah, you’re great!” Matt chortled, “Hey, y’know… maybe I can help you out with your wares.”
He motioned over to his booth, “I’ve got some extra space here an' our booth is always gettin' a lot of attention. I... I mean-- my boss-- probably wouldn’t mind if I agreed to sell it for you either. Then you can lessen your load and enjoy the festival a bit. It’s up to you though….”
“I wanna sell the wobble heads! I wanna sell the wobble heads!” Romani chirped, tugging Matt’s pant leg.
“…I mean, most folk would rather just sell it themselves. So I get it if you don’t trust us,” he scratched the back of his neck and smiled nervously, realized the ere in his offer, "But, y'know... the offer's there if you want it."
“Good grief,” Lethe frowned, looking once again to the heavens above, “The Hylian children of this generation… if I didn’t already know, I’d say they were the impending doom that’s threatening Hyrule.”
Lethe sighed sharply at Vei, extinguishing the last of the lingering blue flames. Deep down she felt a slight sense of pride in herself—it wasn’t often she managed to scare young children senseless. An inkling of guilt squirmed beneath the weight of her self-satisfaction, but she’d worry about it later. That being said, her little fire-tantrum had taken a hefty toll. She landed lightly on a tombstone, feeling exhausted but, much like Veitaru, doing her best not to let the truth show through. Considering the majority of her body language and facial expressions were blotted out by her fairy light, it wasn’t all that difficult.
She might’ve offered to heal the young girl’s injury, but, as it were, she was temporarily out of juice… and still in a somewhat sour mood. The interruption of yet another stranger did not please her a bit either. Now this is just getting silly, she mentally grumped, Is he going to end up being one of the chosen as well? Should I just wait here for them all to come to me?
She watched in bemusement whilst Cain addressed the stranger as yet another Shadow being…. How interesting. The two were so similar… yet entirely different. They certainly didn’t look the same. She glanced the creepy stranger over and, after a moment's pause, smirked to herself as he politely addressed her. A single chiming bell sounded as she smiled even wider, her eyes lighting up with recognition.
The Broken One.
“You may call me Lethe,” she said, her indigo essence drifting towards him. She circled around him-- much like she'd done to Cain and Vei-- taking note of what appeared to be his strengths and weaknesses... as well as choice in clothing. He didn't look like much, but at least he seemed to have manners, which was more than she could say for the three over there... save Frore, perhaps. Considering she doubted he even knew what the word manners meant.
Romani smiled a big toothy grin, hugging her pet Cucco so tightly it let out a small, choked squawk and ruffled it’s neck feathers. The small creature leapt from her grasp and sat rather comfortably atop her red tresses. Matt smiled as she giggled and clapped her hands, positively delighted by Jira's performance.
“Yeah, you’re great!” Matt chortled, “Hey, y’know… maybe I can help you out with your wares.”
He motioned over to his booth, “I’ve got some extra space here an' our booth is always gettin' a lot of attention. I... I mean-- my boss-- probably wouldn’t mind if I agreed to sell it for you either. Then you can lessen your load and enjoy the festival a bit. It’s up to you though….”
“I wanna sell the wobble heads! I wanna sell the wobble heads!” Romani chirped, tugging Matt’s pant leg.
“…I mean, most folk would rather just sell it themselves. So I get it if you don’t trust us,” he scratched the back of his neck and smiled nervously, realized the ere in his offer, "But, y'know... the offer's there if you want it."
Hmmm... hey Ops.
For the sake of simplicity and Lethe not having to go through it again, do you think you would mind terribly if Magus overheard Lethe's spiel she gave to Vei instead of just now showing up? I was kind of hoping he had, but since he asked her what goddess she serves, I guess he didn't. I just think it'll make the story run a little smoother and then we can move forward a bit more. Although her voice is somewhat small, Lethe wasn't exactly whispering to Vei, so he certainly would have caught at least part of what she said. I can have a post ready to go soon if you wouldn't mind changing that.
For the sake of simplicity and Lethe not having to go through it again, do you think you would mind terribly if Magus overheard Lethe's spiel she gave to Vei instead of just now showing up? I was kind of hoping he had, but since he asked her what goddess she serves, I guess he didn't. I just think it'll make the story run a little smoother and then we can move forward a bit more. Although her voice is somewhat small, Lethe wasn't exactly whispering to Vei, so he certainly would have caught at least part of what she said. I can have a post ready to go soon if you wouldn't mind changing that.
Well... age 10 is around when kids generally start to enter that fork in the road where they either say "I don't want to grow up!" or "I want to be a grown up now!" (In Vei's case, I'd assume the later, but I dunno). It's pretty much when they start getting to be independent though... and also when they start to worry a lot about fitting in and what "the norm" is supposed to be. They also begin to develop better reasoning skills, which can result in cheeky smart-alec remarks-- Vei seems to be chalk full of those (and it's delightfully entertaining, even if a good portion of it is just inner dialogue). They can also get to be very over-confident... something I definitely see in Vei. (10 is also around where puberty starts to happen... so for a young girl on her own whose body is starting to get all weird-- and with no motherly figure to shed light on the situation-- it must be rough.)
I think you still portray and grasp it all very well. She just seems very keen on things is what I was saying-- like being able to tell Cain was not only being mean, but manipulative. Using sarcasm was the biggest thing though. It's a pretty un-childish thing to do, but it's believable given her background (i.e. she probably had more exposure to it...). Given all that's happened to her, it doesn't seem farfetched for her to be more mentally mature-- I just have yet to see the problems that are caused by 'trying to grow up too quickly' affect her. It's early in the story, so it's fine.
I think you still portray and grasp it all very well. She just seems very keen on things is what I was saying-- like being able to tell Cain was not only being mean, but manipulative. Using sarcasm was the biggest thing though. It's a pretty un-childish thing to do, but it's believable given her background (i.e. she probably had more exposure to it...). Given all that's happened to her, it doesn't seem farfetched for her to be more mentally mature-- I just have yet to see the problems that are caused by 'trying to grow up too quickly' affect her. It's early in the story, so it's fine.
Lethe: I Came Out to Have a Good Time and I'm Honestly Feeling So Attacked Right Now.
In other news... Vei talks unlike any 10 year old child I have ever met. She's extremely mentally and emotionally advanced for her age, I think.... Not that that's necessarily a bad thing-- just a bit abnormal, in my opinion. Simply an observation.
Alsooo... Heilix... who is Master Izark? He sounds kinda important... so....
In other news... Vei talks unlike any 10 year old child I have ever met. She's extremely mentally and emotionally advanced for her age, I think.... Not that that's necessarily a bad thing-- just a bit abnormal, in my opinion. Simply an observation.
Alsooo... Heilix... who is Master Izark? He sounds kinda important... so....
The Rova Twins watched in idle amusement as Kaiver and Izzaz went at it-- Emesta with her usual placidity and Edwyn with his usual cheeky grin. As Izzaz turned his back on them and made his deliciously grumpy way towards the wind mill, the twins continued to remain silent and still. It wasn’t until after he had shot back his threat that the two looked at each other… and then promptly started to laugh.
“I’m so scared~” Edwyn mocked.
“What’s an old deserter like him going to do to us?” Emesta scoffed to her brother.
The two calmed their giddy laughter as Kaiver posed his question.
“We may inform them,” Edwyn said, his face growing a bit more serious.
“But most likely we will tell Impa,” Emesta finished, “We Shiekah have our own laws when it comes to law-breaking dissenters.”
“You needn’t worry about it, Ranger,” Edwyn smiled again, “We’ll keep an eye on him. I love following Uncle around whenever he’s in town.”
“It’s great fun,” Emesta agreed, unsmiling.
“Hmm,” Lethe stared at Cain-- less than pleased with his guff. She flitted around the Chilfos, examining the cloak, “The ring has an effect on clothing, yes, but a cloak will still be a cloak, Misplaced One. Just as… Frore… will still be Frore.
“As for your weird hair, I wanted to be sure you were capable of handling items for longer than a few short seconds. Considering how carelessly you dropped my priceless artifact on the ground,” Lethe shot him an icy glare that was lost within her vibrant fairy light, but nonetheless evident in her tone of voice. Evidently, she’d been setting up her chance to point that out—no stranger to cutting remarks.
"You seem to believe I am disrespecting you because of who you are,” Veitaru said, “I really don't care who you are or who sent you. We can work together as long as one condition is met, and then I will follow your orders to two steps past reason. I have established this condition. And you continue to ignore it, believing that I care more about who you are or who sent you-- DO. YOU. HAVE. A. LEAD? If you don't, that's ok, does the person sending you have a lead?
“And seriously? You’re giving me the borrowing argument. Gee, never he—“
Before Veitaru had a chance to finish her sentence, the fairy, who had, up until then, been silent and still, made an instantaneous beeline for the girl’s face. Blue flames surrounded her tiny body. She almost appeared to be a small fireball hurtling towards Vei as she flew, stopping mere inches from her nose—just close enough for the heat of searing blue flames to warm her skin.
“You wish for a better explanation, Sly One?” Lethe seethed, the flames beginning to fade, “Well. Allow me to educate you, then.
“Firstly, Farore is not a person. She is a Goddess. Creator of the air you breath and earth you stand on. Secondly, she has sent me to gather a very specific group of individuals. Why that isn’t enough for you, I really don’t know. If the Hero of Time had been half as rude as you I wonder if the legendary fairy Navi would have just left after waking him from his bed and quelling him to go to the Deku Tree without further explanation.
“Ugh,” Lethe shook her head, performing a facepalm of her own, “Can the fate of Hyrule really depend on such a miserly girl…?
My first task from the Goddess is to gather you all together and I’m on a tight schedule. I don’t have time to give you all the full spiel before I can tell you all what must be done. Help me find those who I am looking for and then I will tell you all you wish to know. If that deal does not satisfy your terms, then feel free to walk away."
She continued floating in front of Veitaru’s face—small bits of blue flame still pulsating around her—residue from her flared temper as she tried to calm herself, arms folded and eye brows knit together in frustration. It seemed she would not budge on her final offer and Vei's remarks had upset her immensely.
“This is either the build up to the greatest joke that has ever been told, or the punchline is going to be so complicated that no one understands it," a voice then came to intrude yet again.
“I’m so scared~” Edwyn mocked.
“What’s an old deserter like him going to do to us?” Emesta scoffed to her brother.
The two calmed their giddy laughter as Kaiver posed his question.
“We may inform them,” Edwyn said, his face growing a bit more serious.
“But most likely we will tell Impa,” Emesta finished, “We Shiekah have our own laws when it comes to law-breaking dissenters.”
“You needn’t worry about it, Ranger,” Edwyn smiled again, “We’ll keep an eye on him. I love following Uncle around whenever he’s in town.”
“It’s great fun,” Emesta agreed, unsmiling.
“Hmm,” Lethe stared at Cain-- less than pleased with his guff. She flitted around the Chilfos, examining the cloak, “The ring has an effect on clothing, yes, but a cloak will still be a cloak, Misplaced One. Just as… Frore… will still be Frore.
“As for your weird hair, I wanted to be sure you were capable of handling items for longer than a few short seconds. Considering how carelessly you dropped my priceless artifact on the ground,” Lethe shot him an icy glare that was lost within her vibrant fairy light, but nonetheless evident in her tone of voice. Evidently, she’d been setting up her chance to point that out—no stranger to cutting remarks.
"You seem to believe I am disrespecting you because of who you are,” Veitaru said, “I really don't care who you are or who sent you. We can work together as long as one condition is met, and then I will follow your orders to two steps past reason. I have established this condition. And you continue to ignore it, believing that I care more about who you are or who sent you-- DO. YOU. HAVE. A. LEAD? If you don't, that's ok, does the person sending you have a lead?
“And seriously? You’re giving me the borrowing argument. Gee, never he—“
Before Veitaru had a chance to finish her sentence, the fairy, who had, up until then, been silent and still, made an instantaneous beeline for the girl’s face. Blue flames surrounded her tiny body. She almost appeared to be a small fireball hurtling towards Vei as she flew, stopping mere inches from her nose—just close enough for the heat of searing blue flames to warm her skin.
“You wish for a better explanation, Sly One?” Lethe seethed, the flames beginning to fade, “Well. Allow me to educate you, then.
“Firstly, Farore is not a person. She is a Goddess. Creator of the air you breath and earth you stand on. Secondly, she has sent me to gather a very specific group of individuals. Why that isn’t enough for you, I really don’t know. If the Hero of Time had been half as rude as you I wonder if the legendary fairy Navi would have just left after waking him from his bed and quelling him to go to the Deku Tree without further explanation.
“Ugh,” Lethe shook her head, performing a facepalm of her own, “Can the fate of Hyrule really depend on such a miserly girl…?
My first task from the Goddess is to gather you all together and I’m on a tight schedule. I don’t have time to give you all the full spiel before I can tell you all what must be done. Help me find those who I am looking for and then I will tell you all you wish to know. If that deal does not satisfy your terms, then feel free to walk away."
She continued floating in front of Veitaru’s face—small bits of blue flame still pulsating around her—residue from her flared temper as she tried to calm herself, arms folded and eye brows knit together in frustration. It seemed she would not budge on her final offer and Vei's remarks had upset her immensely.
“This is either the build up to the greatest joke that has ever been told, or the punchline is going to be so complicated that no one understands it," a voice then came to intrude yet again.
Ganondorf…. Lethe frowned at the mentioning of the name-- a name that wasn’t heard very often and was very rarely spoken of well. Even among the many festivities celebrating his defeat that day, most simply referred to him as the Evil Gerudo King or something of that denomination. But why was this child bringing him up? Was it merely to get her point across or did she know something Lethe did not?
Lethe decided not to dwell on it too much. Cain seemed to have done a good job coaxing the young girl to help and Lethe didn’t want to derail the conversation by discussing a villain that was long gone. Besides, she didn’t much like how the Sly One was speaking to her.
“My orders come directly from the Goddess Farore herself,” Lethe declared, floating a little higher with her chin held high, “Must I really explain myself, child? We fairy folk do not mingle with the likes of you unless we have a good reason to. A very good reason. Like Navi of old I am here to do Farore’s bidding—and I intend to do the best I can.”
With an indignant snort she flitted over to Frore and took the ring from his clumsy ice fingers. “Now,” she started to explain whilst she carefully tied the ring around one of his fingers, “The first thing I’m going to need is a suitable disguise for Cold One here. This ring will turn Cold One into a Hylian, but he won’t blend in very well unless he has suitable clothes… and by that I mean he can’t just go trouncing around in a black cloak…. “
“Sly One,” Lethe called to the girl, finishing the knot and spinning around to face her, “I’m going to need you to get him something to wear….”
Sucking her teeth, Lethe hummed fretfully to herself, realizing how contradicting such a command was after her prior statement, “Just to be clear… it isn’t petty theft. It’s borrowing. We’ll return it once we’ve finished using it… and it’s for a good cause. A very good cause. I would change him into a Zora or Goron or something without clothes but…. The Zora procession has yet to arrive, so he would stick out….
“And the Gorons are super close knit so they’d probably be all like…,” Lethe’s voice went as deep as she could possibly make it go in order to imitate that of a burly Goron, “Yo, Brother! Who the Chasupa are you?”
She sighed heavily, “Whatever. You get the idea…. M.O., are you capable of… picking things up? Or anything? Other than being a big looming shadow that can talk? He’s going to need shoes as well.”
“Eh heh heh,“ Matt shook Jira’s hand, laughing nervously as any sane person likely would in such a predicament. Nonetheless, he seemed relatively impressed, “Did you come up with that? You sure got a way with words and rhymes."
The young girl sitting behind the Lon Lon Ranch booth had long since lowered her Cuccoo-- staring at Jira as if transfixed. Suddenly, she nimbly jumped down from her stool, nestled her calm little pet Cucco under one arm, and ran over. She grabbed the side of Matt’s pants and her face flushed red as she stammered, partially hiding behind his leg.
“Can… uhm… can you do one for me? C-can you do a song for me?" she asked coyly.
"Heh," Matt smiled apologetically, lightly ruffling her hair, "Romani, you can't ask him to write you a free song. Sorry, honey." He glanced back up at Jira, "You don't have to if you don' want to. She knows that." Romani frowned, looking even more embarrassed for having asked.
Lethe decided not to dwell on it too much. Cain seemed to have done a good job coaxing the young girl to help and Lethe didn’t want to derail the conversation by discussing a villain that was long gone. Besides, she didn’t much like how the Sly One was speaking to her.
“My orders come directly from the Goddess Farore herself,” Lethe declared, floating a little higher with her chin held high, “Must I really explain myself, child? We fairy folk do not mingle with the likes of you unless we have a good reason to. A very good reason. Like Navi of old I am here to do Farore’s bidding—and I intend to do the best I can.”
With an indignant snort she flitted over to Frore and took the ring from his clumsy ice fingers. “Now,” she started to explain whilst she carefully tied the ring around one of his fingers, “The first thing I’m going to need is a suitable disguise for Cold One here. This ring will turn Cold One into a Hylian, but he won’t blend in very well unless he has suitable clothes… and by that I mean he can’t just go trouncing around in a black cloak…. “
“Sly One,” Lethe called to the girl, finishing the knot and spinning around to face her, “I’m going to need you to get him something to wear….”
Sucking her teeth, Lethe hummed fretfully to herself, realizing how contradicting such a command was after her prior statement, “Just to be clear… it isn’t petty theft. It’s borrowing. We’ll return it once we’ve finished using it… and it’s for a good cause. A very good cause. I would change him into a Zora or Goron or something without clothes but…. The Zora procession has yet to arrive, so he would stick out….
“And the Gorons are super close knit so they’d probably be all like…,” Lethe’s voice went as deep as she could possibly make it go in order to imitate that of a burly Goron, “Yo, Brother! Who the Chasupa are you?”
She sighed heavily, “Whatever. You get the idea…. M.O., are you capable of… picking things up? Or anything? Other than being a big looming shadow that can talk? He’s going to need shoes as well.”
“Eh heh heh,“ Matt shook Jira’s hand, laughing nervously as any sane person likely would in such a predicament. Nonetheless, he seemed relatively impressed, “Did you come up with that? You sure got a way with words and rhymes."
The young girl sitting behind the Lon Lon Ranch booth had long since lowered her Cuccoo-- staring at Jira as if transfixed. Suddenly, she nimbly jumped down from her stool, nestled her calm little pet Cucco under one arm, and ran over. She grabbed the side of Matt’s pants and her face flushed red as she stammered, partially hiding behind his leg.
“Can… uhm… can you do one for me? C-can you do a song for me?" she asked coyly.
"Heh," Matt smiled apologetically, lightly ruffling her hair, "Romani, you can't ask him to write you a free song. Sorry, honey." He glanced back up at Jira, "You don't have to if you don' want to. She knows that." Romani frowned, looking even more embarrassed for having asked.
"Coincidences to get characters into trouble are great; coincidences to get them out of it are cheating." -- Pixar's 22 Rules of Storytelling
Sup, you guys. Hangin' in there? Gonna start a little post tonight for Lethe and the Graveyard Gang. Should be up today or tomorrow. Cuz I love you guys so much. <3
EDIT: Aw, heck. I'll post for Jira too... might do the Rova Twins tomorrow...
Sup, you guys. Hangin' in there? Gonna start a little post tonight for Lethe and the Graveyard Gang. Should be up today or tomorrow. Cuz I love you guys so much. <3
EDIT: Aw, heck. I'll post for Jira too... might do the Rova Twins tomorrow...
Psst... hey, everybody still alive? Just making sure you all didn't die.
Geico, I'm putting you in charge. If anybody dies, it's all your fault.
xiledx... c'mon, man. Read the story. You're a part of it, aren't you? It's not that much.
Baklava out.
Geico, I'm putting you in charge. If anybody dies, it's all your fault.
xiledx... c'mon, man. Read the story. You're a part of it, aren't you? It's not that much.
Baklava out.
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