#lighthearth

[xarakaas]

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   All too often, Kamos has proven himself...adept at making ‘scenes’. Time and time again his various battles or mishaps over his appearance drawing plenty of unwanted attention, be it from strange travelers overhearing the commotion or more hostile creatures hoping to join the melee. Yet...for some odd reason, this day had proven quiet for the tiefling. Peaceful even. No bandits or creatures interfering in his travels, no fights to be had, nothing but the faint sound of wind rushing through the trees...

                             CLANG!

                                     CLANG!

                    Well...                                 ...most of the day was quiet, at least. 

   The ring of battle nearby would draw his attention aside, his once aimless wandering now cautiously bringing him towards a nearby ruin. Step by step the tiefling would move closer, sharp eyes scanning the location until finally settling upon the scene. A handful of moblins seemingly attempting to get the better of some young swordsman. Though it appeared the swordsman was holding his own well enough, something told the tiefling he needed to at least lend his aid.

         “HEY! Kid! You have this under control, or do you want help?!”

[heartpieced]

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“Wait... your bow can simply shatter, just like that...?! But it seemed to be built so well!” Moira is taken aback, their eyes suddenly widened in shock, astonished at the sight of the broken bow on the ground. They can’t remember a time when their own bow ever seemed like it was going to break. Why did the smiths of this era forge their weapons so... poorly?

“Is there a curse in this era?” they offer as a possible explanation. “Please... I need answers. My head’s gonna explode!”

[shibemuses-a]

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“You could come up with some pretty amazing poetry or philosophies in a cave, I’m sure.” Robin tried her best to coat the bump in the road, so to speak. She had just tried to jab fun at the other swordsman, but so far it had just become serious.

She came into the cave when invited, plopping down before the fire. It feels odd, unnatural to not be doing things by herself.

“Do you need any help?”

[origcmibir-a]

the sequel to this

[isgudinne-moved]

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          ❝ your horsemanship is very impressive . ❞ she’d witnessed him tame such a wild beast . brows had rose , chin tilting in interest . memories of her overcoming the challenge of the nokk some years ago had come to mind .  

[lunafaeris-archive]

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          Whoops. Looks like the damage was already done... but at least it wasn’t anything serious besides having a little snow fly back in his face. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting to find anyone else out here on the slopes at this time of day, much less another Hylian trudging through the snow at the base of Hebra Peak of all places. Even the Rito rarely broke ground or stepped foot on this sacred mountain, he thought as he glanced up at the crescent-shaped hole that cut clean through the rock. No one knew exactly how it was made, the only consensus among the elders being that it wasn’t natural... and after several years, the hole in Hebra Peak spawned many a local legend bathed in the waters of superstition.

          But Anton never let himself get scared by any of the stories; after all, he had been climbing up and down these mountains since he was a kid, and nothing bad had happened to him so far. Well, besides that one time a wild goat ran off with his trousers caught on its horns when he was taking a dip in the hot springs; or the other time when he was accelerating too fast while shield surfing and skid right off of a cliff, taking an unexpected nosedive into the freezing waters of the Hebra Plunge. But those were practically nothing... practically.

          “ Not exactly, I was just coming down from... wait, you know Selmie? Are you a shield surfing buff, too? I knew it was getting popular, but I didn’t think that I’d see more Hylians willing to brave these mountains for the thrill of it. ”

[aerialarcher]

          Having awoken that day a miserable pile of feathers, it was safe to assume Revali was  NOT  in a good mood & it was becoming more apparent with each passing second. He was irritable ( nothing out of the norm there ), however, his head was  POUNDING  &  his sinuses were congested. His body temperature was unusually  hot  on top of it all. Suffice to say, Revali was sick. 

          His hard-headed attitude reigned above all else, however, & that morning he trudged off to the Flight Range for his daily practice. Each shot was subpar at best, missing the bullseye ( much to his chagrin ), yet connecting with the wooden target. The Rito Champion nocked one last arrow, usually keen senses failing to pick up the  UNWANTED  presence of another as he readied the bow. A wave of dizziness washed over the Rito as he  RELEASED  the arrow.

                                           He  MISSED. 

         In a fit of annoyance he whirled-- Revali  NEVER  missed his target. Then beady eyes locked onto the  knight   as his chest filled with dread. His day truly  could  get worse.      “ Enjoying the show? ”      Revali growled.    @lighthearth​

[ragemuses-moved]

@lighthearth || starter call

☙ ✿ ❧ “ You’re not gonna find variety like this just anywhere you know~ ”

The rito and her wares weren’t an unfamiliar sight at the various stables around Hyrule. It was a great place to set up shop, all kinds of folks would come and go and business would thrive.

Today, her current client was a young Hylian. Well traveled, could definitely use some of what she had to offer. Though the twinkle of innocence was betrayed by his eyes. Why not mess with him a little, just to keep him on his toes?

☙ ✿ ❧ “ I’ve even managed to get authentic Zamatta threads for this month’s inventory. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get Zamatta? ”