ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡᴘᴇᴀᴋ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ

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〖Shad〗:

❝ I should hope not….❞ 

Though nought follows unwonted transience, much ado nettles the refined obeisance held by containèd measure. Thereby, an elicited soance can be descried, endowed unto the wind by which quietus perplexes.

 ❝ Who knows where the three of you      would be if you went without a stretch       of rationality keeping you grounded.      And—well, surely I wouldn’t—couldn’t      have gotten far without any of you.      We…truly needed one another, didn’t we? ❞

Set by a shroud of past-tense formality, there is reluctance then bounded to the incredulity which spurns the tessitura for the nonce  sculpted into anomaly. In spite of their gilded cloister, a firm brow beseeches curvature to bend, so forth a countenance of scrutiny and divulging quaere sheath this vellum doctrine.

Doubt, ever baleful in its self-inflicted nourishment, laments forthwith, ( He had, perchance, needed them more so than they he. ) —As if he could vouch forgiveness for his desuetude. Indolence wrought the conscience of insouciant nature reared by unbridled normalcy. ( And as if he could forget that he held nary a hand in aiding his associates and Hyrule’s sage-tinctured champion. )  

❝ I would certainly appreciate the company;     but it would be sublime if I could forgo the     animal skin and stick simply to a few extra     layers. If possible, that is. ❞

Of course the day of their parting would come, she knew, howbeit perhaps they could delay it if only by a few days.

 ❝       We did. ❞ 

Said ruefully; they had needed each other, though now... there was no reason for their staying companions, or for the group as a whole to remain as one. They had places of which they required to return to, or find. The war had diminished, and peace restored. In due time they'd all split        so until then she'd stay here, stay with those who brought her a certain tranquility ( akin to Hyrule's own stability ). Though, it could nearly be deemed ironic: the group was the closest people she had to a family; in fact, only Rusl had true blood kin.

This hadn't been a bother before meeting them, albeit she should have expected something as such to occur. In times of desperation, those willing to step up and act seem to band together--as did they. So to not believe one would become close with their partners would be foolish. That said, they had all met before the land had even fallen to peril, and no one's to say they'd never meet once more. They could only hope the next they see one another would not as battle-mates, but as mere comrades.

Though smile breaks ( however near-unnoticeable )  forlorn expression 'pon visage, as his next words are stated. Of course one could substitute furs for extra layers, howbeit many. Nathless, she was not about to tell him so        

  ❝  If you're ready to freeze, go ahead.      I won't stop you      but don't complain      when we reach the top, yeah? I wear      the fur for a reason.  ❞ 

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Ehh~quick ugly doodle of ashei because it’s 2am and waaay too warm to even think about sleeping -.-

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Sword with Scabbard

Dated: 16th–19th century

Culture: Korean

Medium: steel, wood, leather, gold, silver

Measurements: blade length 27 inches (68.6 cm)

Source: Copyright © 2014 The Metropolitan Museum of Art

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Cedarlore Forge Viking sword

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but u a ho??

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〖Shad〗:

❝ I hadn’t realised; excuse my misjudgement,     then. I suppose I incorrectly presumed that         ❞

But it is abstract; an ephemerality in colloquy, wherefore it is broken only thought can say. A fissure between tangibility and the tumult of the mind’s eye dwells within equivocation and a fishooked brow. Quizzicality mars the unsullied vellum over ocelli which scour all but consternation, hapless desire to force things into denouement therewithal.

❝ My…things are certain to change now, aren’t they?      I mean, for the better, of course, but—there’s…not     entirely a reason for us to stay together, is there? ❞

Hereinafter does he clear his throat, cavalierness masking the trite bout of incredulity bounded to interlocution; never one to stumble on such trivialities, always cloistered in what was best construed as scholastic hermeneutics and likewise study. And yet it is fitting, all the same; Rusl was more of a family man, tied to other duties than the restoration of a kingdom—better objectives, indubitably; and Auru, well, he’d never been one to linger long. Perchance Telma was the only patch of stagnancy in his life at all.

❝ Oh, I’m not sure about that. Of course, I’ve not     yet had the pleasure of seeing Snowpeak for myself. ❞

Oculi are cast downward, silence sustaining  even after the ametropic finished speaking. Howbeit  it's a subtle difference from her norm, and russet  optics meet his quickly thereafter her quietude       as he begins once again.

  ❝ I suppose not, though... I have no reason to part      just yet. And you said yourself you need Auru to      guide you through the desert. There will come a      day we all go our separate ways, but perhaps it      won't be so soon. ❞ 

Albeit said as a reassurance, she wasn't quite convinced this day of parting would be postponed so much later. Perchance it was... Rusl would surely leave imminently. And the eldest had always decided 'pon working alone. He'd depart erelong, also. Natheless, they may meet again for something so simple as mere conversing. Be it they don't... the group would still have their memories, she supposed. The swordswoman would never venture too far from Shad, iwis. Although, the four dividing permanently was a thought she'd never dwell upon.

Then he speaks of a home long since abandoned; the vast region was previously a place of residence, howsoever is now inhabited by a creature many fear. One she's presumed near extinction, due to her ivory pelt and Link's declaring of only finding two. That's said, most of the mountains remain uncharted, so she may be incorrect.

  ❝ I'm not so sure braving the waist-deep snow and blizzards      is something to call a pleasure. Of course if you ever wanted       to go out there, I could take you--granted, you get yourself      the proper clothes. ❞

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〖Shad〗:

❝ Wouldn’t you be? At the very least,      I should love to witness the place—or…      wherever that dilapidated canon leads.      I almost lost faith in the idea that a realm      in the sky existed at all until Link found the      blasted thing. Though…there’s still a part of      me unwilling to believe anything until I see      it with my own eyes. ❞ 

But a severance betwixt presence and thought evokes itself; for query, despite its silent revenue, marks the palabra which henceforth solicit a wary timbre eftsoon. 

❝ It tears me up inside knowing my father died     without getting there; the least I can do is find     it in his place. ❞

❝ Oh—yes! The cave! Marvellous thing, it seems.     I’d simply adore being better acquainted with some     of the other species the desert has to offer, although     it doesn’t appear to be a place I could venture to     alone. If you’re up to it, of course, you and Rusl are     welcome take this as an offer to join Auru and myself     on our trip; the old sport’s really my only ticket there. ❞

❝ I haven't thought of aspirations       since long before the resistance. But I get      where you're coming from        ❞

And sorrel oculi reflect a certain dubiety;  remark ceases abruptly. Her life had been barren of ambitions thus far, hence her uncertainty. Attempts to relate to his unwavering passion is for naught.

This silence also befalls her for his mention of his late father: she's hesitant to broach the evidently sensitive subject. Nothing is spoken as consolation, although oculars become softer, and sympathy is patent to even those who are unable to decipher her emotions.

  ❝ ...just be careful, yeah? Come back in one      piece      once you've gotten to this sky city, that is. ❞ 

  ❝ If? Sounds like a challenge. I think I can      manage a cave just fine; it can't be anything       compared to Snowpeak. ❞

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              ‘ —— loyalty is a characteristic trait. those who have it,                                         give it    f r e e    o f    c h a r g e. ’

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〖Shad〗:

❝ If I had, I would be up there right now     conversing with them, rather than here— ❞

A hand, begrimed by inklings therein, rises to its occasion hereafter; marring a petty crown of cardinal strewn asunder many a time through similar gestures heretofore. 

❝ Not that here is undesirable or abominable in the    slightest, but… I suppose that I have my dreams,    just as you have yours. Quite proverbial, really. ❞ 

An extremity, in a fashion no short of perfunctory, graces forth the bridge of the bifocals herein shielding domical form from natural perception. 

❝ Believe it or not, these notes are not entirely     compiled of Oocca-facts; rather, Auru was     telling me of a cave in the Gerudo Desert. ❞

❝ Sounds like you're just about      ready to move there. ❞ 

Statement laced with unobtrusive sarcasm       howbeit no ill will was held. She understood his intention, despite sardonic words.

  ❝ Of course. Just remember you've got      a place here, yeah? ❞

Supercilium furrow, questioning glance overtaking prior smile. Though, still faint alterations 'pon a visage known as impassive.

  ❝ Really? And what interest do you have      in a cave? ❞

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〖Shad〗:

❝ These particular ones are important      because they might hold the key to unlocking      yet another mystery of the eldritch sky-people. ❞

Although, sometimes he feels as if grasping at straws is far too kindred with fumbling in the dark; an oblique shape without form, shade without colour— Perchance such was too dramatic, nonetheless.

❝ Don’t you have something more…somatic to do?    Unless you’d like to hear about what I’ve found. ❞

Contrary to popular conviction, he’s rather fond of company when opportunity rears itself.

 ❝ Oh? I thought you'd unlocked all      the mysteries concerning your sky-things. ❞

And there's slight change in features      brow rises as words are vocalized. Foresaid utterances are for his humor; even a maven on her mannerisms would find statement without emotion. Arms are held akimbo, albeit stance is broken for single hand to find rest 'pon the table's surface.

  ❝ I've some time to do other things. Besides,      I've finished training today... If you want to preach      about the sky or whatever go ahead       just try      t'keep it concise, yeah? ❞

Cue small--almost nonexistent--smile.

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〖Shad〗:

❝ Clean or not, it is imperative      that I peruse this episode posthaste      and uninterrupted—even if this      interruption stems from good      intentions. ❞

Optics roll as aforementioned blade is set far from the scholar's  palimpsest.

  ❝ Happy?      What's so important      about a buncha papers, anyways? ❞

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〖Shad〗:

❝ Really, I would appreciate it     if you relieved my manuscript of     your muddy sword for a moment. ❞ 

  ❝ Relax red, my sword is clean.      ...Maybe you should relieve my 'muddy'      sword of your precious manuscript. ❞

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

❝ Sparring with Rusl    or Link if      he’s up to it      always helps some. ❞ 

Chestnut oculi are apathetic; luster & warmth latent. Howbeit single brow is raised in questioning    such a creature is foreign to her. 

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