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@GreenGoat@Kessir Tarkin@POOHEAD189

The fresh mountain air was a lungful of possibilities. It was nothing like the damp breeze that swirled through the domain. While Kean loved his home, it was more for his people, his family. Were it safe to bring the children out into the wider world he would in a heartbeat. The towering trees, the fuzzy grass, the sheer wonder if it all made Kean wish he could share it with all zora, but that wasn't to be. Most zora never ventured too far from water. It wasn't illogical either. Water was safety for a Zora. There few were a dangerous foe. But the beauty beyond called to Kean.

Oh, the wonders he had witnessed. As he walked through the forest he felt like every step was a step back in time to younger crazier days.

Soon he was running, sprinting through the forest everything was a blur but the wind in his face and flying over his fins made him care not for sights. The sensation alone was brilliant. The domain was never this free. While its gleaming caverns and deep pools were a beautiful sight it always felt closed and isolated. It was safe, and while there were times to be safe, there must also be times to explore and take risks.

Kean slowed down before having to rest. His spirit was just as strong, but he hadn't been adventuring like this in quite some time. After a breather, he took back a more reasonable pace. He wasn’t an old zora yet, but he wasn’t the adventurer he used to be. He’d been on a very different adventure as of late. Two kids kept him busy and happy, but nothing in his adventures would have prepared him for it.

As he drew closer he heard the sounds of music and laughter. It was the festival. He was greatly tempted to go and see, but he was already slower than he wished to be. Swimming down the river had given him some time back, but this did seem pressing. He’d simply have to be quick at the festival. He strode into town and was hit with the sights are sounds of sheer joy. A sweet scent wafted around Kean, and he was drawn towards its source, a baker with delicious fried cakes absolutely covered in honey and powdered sugar. Kean licked his lips showing a shark toothed grin.

β€œWere my wife here she’d tell me no, but I suppose that's a small benefit to travel. Two please.” Kean chortled with a childish glee.

He stowed one cake, wrapped in waxed paper, and chomped into the other. Kean continued on his way taking in the sights and humming only to the tunes of a band which he couldn’t spot from where he was. His attention was caught by a man calling at him.

β€œYou there, fishy, try your luck?”

β€œMe? Oh, I have terrible luck.” Kean said laughing internally, but sighing to the man.

β€œEveryone’s luck changes. Knock down the bottles and you can win a prize.”

β€œEh, it’s a party.” Kean shrugged taking the challenge.

The man handed him a ball and indicated to a triangle stack of bottles. Kean sized them up, pulled back his arm, and made a sideway pitch that sent the ball curving into the rightmost and center bottom bottle. The right bottom flew off, and the other smacked into the other bottom bottle sending everything off the table.

β€œYeah, I have terrible luck, but skill isn’t lucky.” Kean laughed grabbing a stuffed cucco off the shelf while the man grumbled to himself.

With that Kean felt he had spent more than enough time and hurried onward to the graveyard. A bizarre group of travelers stood before him.

β€œGood morrow fellow adventurers. Do you too seek the mysterious dream voice?” Kean asked joyfully as ever before taking another bite out of his fried cake.
Veitaru: ... I think there is exactly no reason for me to be in this fight.


"Don't worry I have a plan." *ties chain in arm around Veitaru* "Human flail!"


Was a good OOC at least.
@Baklava nah fire keis would be much more fitting. Or maybe just a dodongo. Nothing is worst than sir exposition.

Noi really not a fan of that one.
@Rougespartan181 oh calm down. No wonder your character is so angry. Dont write angry you may regret it. I know I have *stares into distance flashingback.*
@DearTrickster Isn't chu chu jelly traditionally flammable...
@Rougespartan181 I mean Valk could use a hand right now.
I generally try not to cripple other players on my very first post.


I had to work very hard that Valk didn't do that either.
@Rougespartan181 Actually rereading he was hanging from his prehensile tail... I think I'll scrub that just so Valk doesn't need another prosthetic. But otherwise, I am curious why he's such a zealot (Wink wink nudge nudge) I mean it's a boat, a space boat, but a boat. Valk is very much a nomad (his people always are) he has zero attachment to the ship because it's just an object that happens to be around. Any other ship could replace it. Any other crew could fill it. I suppose that's a sad tragic part of being a Sapkir you have a short life just filled with bloodlust then you die alone in most cases at least.

By all means stay in character, but be ready for what other people do in character, cause Valk is not someone you mess with. I've noticed a distinct power gap in where I wrote Valk and many of the others, but if nothing else you are dealing with a psychopath here. Trying to read his mind would give you ninety-two different thoughts every second none of which are what he's actually planning to do to you. I was talking very seriously when Valk said: "thinking is time wasted not killing things".
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