#chulainnhound

               ۞.Happily she would hum to herself as she would hold up one of the toy guns at one of the targets she needed to shoot. Slowly she’d lean forward onto the counter, carefully aiming the gun, slowly she’d move it a little more, then ready...aim...fire! A loud ‘ clank ‘ would be heard against the metal, but it would not be shot down. It just merely moved a little, seeing such her eyes would narrow.

       ❝ That’s alright, I have plenty of more shots. ❞ Her lips would press into a thin line as she would aim the gun yet again, in a different angle, and then once again she would fire again. Nothing.

@chulainnhound

She rested the wooden lance atop her shoulder as she walked the tranquil path in the garden, seeking solace in the midst of crowds and skyscrapers. It was a far too odd a scenery for her, she was accustomed to the darkness, and the lack of such great buildings, often accompanied with the sound of the ocean and the breeze caressing her cheeks at night. 

Taking notice upon the man-made exhibition of nature, she realised that the lack of familiarity was not one of the things she dreaded. No, it was the very fact that she was, once again, prevented from her one wish.

“The flowers here are rather diverse,” enclosed between her fingers a spider lily, flaming red, a beautiful hue. “I did not think I would see this kind of flower here, in the middle of a modern city.”

Speaking out loud as though to confirm her own thoughts, she was soon interrupted by her senses. Noting that a presence had come within the area, she raised her eyes to meet the person she felt.

“And indeed, the people they have brought here are of many variations. I did not think I would see you.”

A smile came to adorn her features, and breeze tugged at her hair; a sight so welcoming and gentle, when it came to the strict teacher.

               ۞.The princess would feel lucky as she stared at the many flowers, herbs, and other variety of plants scattered about. Many for more research, many for ingredients in elixirs or food, and others just to maybe help a common cold. ❝ This will be excellent to document for later. I should make note that they can be found here as well. ❞ It wasn’t as great of a camera like the Sheikah slate, but she had found a suitable replacement for now. Hopefully it was in Link’s hands since she didn’t have it in her possession. Well, she could only hope anyway.

       ❝ Oh -- these would be excellent as well to keep. It’s a good thing I brought a bag today. ❞ It would bring a smile to her face as she went to raise her camera, SNAP! Annnd then there was a foot in the way.

                       ❝ I beg your pardon sir. ❞

           ❝ Perhaps....the other way around... ❞ Her fingers would tremble ever so slightly as she would loosen her grip and finally let go as she went to turn around. As she did she’d collide in something most solid feeling. One hand would rest on her face, muttering a few ows, while the other would rest on whatever it was in front of her. Wait, that felt like a chest? Oh Goddesses.

           Quickly she’d remove her hand from feeling up the man as her face probably turned a few shades of red, probably red enough to be the same color as a tomato at this point. ❝ L-Lancer...! ❞ Her hand would move to her mouth though, reminding herself it’s best to keep silent. Nevermind the fact she just embarrassed herself entirely as she basically just felt up a man’s chest.

           ❝ What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be finding..the location or whatever like everyone else? ❞ Her voice would be slightly above a whisper, but not too loud. As she made sure since she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. Her voice would go silent for a moment, as the gears in her head suddenly started turning as she started thinking. Perhaps it was a good thing he was here, he looked able to fight when needed, perhaps...good enough for protection?

           ❝ Lancer....would you mind if I, uhm....tagged along with you? I can’t...really defend myself, from that. ❞ Sheepishly she would rub her arm with one hand as she would look to the side unable to meet his gaze. Given she felt like her pride just started getting poked at just simply by asking this. She didn’t want to take the risk though of dying here, so she would have to just bear with it.

          It’s enough that he’s already training alone, with an obvious uncertainty of his surroundings. He doesn’t need an audience, nor will he allow one. There are eyes on him that gradually become harder to ignore. So in reply, he invites no one in particular,

          “... Care to join me?”