the ultimate kid

The novelty of a free train ride through an as of yet unexplored area of the island was too good to pass up. It seemed plenty of other passengers were interested in the offer, although he seemed one of the few with his eyes glued to the window. This preoccupation made for a sense of whiplash upon hearing the news: a body had been found in the baggage area.

Startled into a gasp, the boy looked around him at his fellow passengers. If what the conductor said was true, this meant someone aboard was a cold-blooded killer. He shuddered at the thought and surreptitiously stood from his seat, inching towards the back of the car.

What should have been a simple exercise in stress-relieving baking had quickly snowballed into complete acceptance of the competition. While excitement at the free reign over baking materials was the initial allure, Genis now wiped sweat from his forehead thanks to all his exertion. He'd been by the oven for almost an hour after finishing the mixing preparations for his shortcake and in spite of the weather outside, his temperature rose as he hoped his cake would.

With oversized mitts on, he pulled out the tray with his dessert and let loose a sparkling smile. The texture looked hearty and set, so the next step was decoration. He looked out to the various passersby and caught one's eyes, soon rushing over to them and reaching out a hand.

He knew it was the right place when his ears picked up on metal clangs and whistling steam not far ahead. Rather than announce himself with a loud flourish like someone might do, Genis let his racing heart lead him around the corner and against a wall of intense heat. There he spotted a familiar figure, albeit clad in appropriate forger's protection, and he gasped.

"Lloyd!" he shouted with zeal and a face-splitting grin. And despite a certain Dwarven Vow, he went running towards his friend, only to trip on a stray tool with an "Oomf!"

It took time for the reality of his situation to sink in. Sure, he could accept being kidnapped or brought to a different dimension, those weren't too far-fetched. What rankled Genis' practical mind was how his magic was indeed stripped down to where he could barely cast a fireball. And for what? Was it not bad enough he had no familiar sights nor people to lean on?

Such thoughts made for the complex internal monologue that accompanied his plodding steps while staking out the best spot to work out his frustrations. Since it was winter and snow piled high in a section of Mistwood, he only needed to stay on the fringes to build himself a couple of makeshift targets out of snow.

Having ventured away from the gaping chasm in the middle of the city, Genis found himself drawn to the allure of various savory scents in the air. The more he followed his nose, the louder a crowd's rumbling grew, until he arrived at the source of it all: a gigantic pot.

He refrained from pushing through the crowd like some hungry patrons seemed to do and instead ambled to the side where a festive sign was propped up. It proclaimed "FREE SOUP!!!!" with no further elaboration or even sign-off from the writer. He sighed, shaking his head at the disappointment since he was pretty hungry.

@mageswake​

“All the elves stories I’ve been told when I was younger were in fairy-tale books or movies. Do you have a little at home knowing that Cotes ward is a fairy-tale land?”

@mageswake liked for a one liner poetry starter | the stretcher bearer, tommy crawford

—✕ █ ▌❝I tell you what – I’m sick of pain. For all I’ve heard, for all I’ve seen.❞

Link spent most of his time out in the forest- he’d decided to make his house here for a reason, and he was always at home around (most) of the animals who lived here. And even though he wasn’t actually a kokiri, animals didn’t seem to mind him much either- maybe it was because he’d grown up in the forest.

He raised his head when he heard a new noise, expecting it to be another animal, or maybe one of his roommates- but his guess was apparently way off, and he instead found himself looking at a new kid. He waved enthusiastically, curious to see someone new- the deer was less excited though, running off into the nearby woods.

‘Hi! I haven’t seen you around here before- who are you?’

As he expected, the deer seemed to only be interested in acting friendly with the other boy. Genis would be lying to say he wasn’t disappointed at the quick retreat of the creature, but he was thankful for the other kid’s attention being quickly brought his way.

“Ah, about that... I think I’m lost.” he replied a little sheepishly, not happy to admit the truth. Still, Genis was fascinated by the apparel of the other boy, and even more so his pointed ears. He bit his bottom lip, doing his best not judge the blond solely because he seemed elven as well.

Downtrodden wasn’t a good look on anyone, especially not on lonely half-elf boys. And yet, Genis had been kicking up beach trash for a while whenever he came across anything good for letting out his frustration. It came as a surprise that one moment he was kicking an empty soda can, then watching it fly towards a person’s abdomen the next second. He would marvel at the velocity if not for his concern for the stranger’s well-being.