The Boy With the Ponytail - [Closed with dark-x-descendant]
"Thatâs quite fine. Iâm not much for directions myself." Drayvak says wryly, smiles down at the shorter boy with a small smirk. "Now, where exactly have you been, if you know already?" Drayvak asks him, lips quirked up into a little smile as he stops next to him, arms crossed slightly.
"You donât look like you came from the Northern Cities," He remarked. "You look like youâre wearing Gerudo clothing."
Somehow, Ponyboy wasnât sure that this search was going to end very well especially with the two of them being terrible with directions. He himself was better with landmarks then anything but he couldnât count how many times he had passed a few of the same rocks or trees he passed in the last few hours. âNotâŠfar,â He started almost hesitantly, âIâm more than sure Iâve been looping around the same area for a whileâŠâ His bright eyes glance around the lush green land, almost too bright for his eyes.
âI donât come from any city,â He responded, finally looking up at the taller man. âIâm a Geurdo,â He smiled, one filled with pride with a hint of nostalgia. He wasnât sure how long he had been away from his tribe, but it was too long for him. There was no way he would return empty handed, however. âI guess we arenât out of the desert muchâŠIâm kind of surprised you could just tell by my clothing!â











