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[Syrena Whittaker]

WHEREVER THERE IS YOU

I WILL BE THERE TOO

This was certainly not the life of adventure she had pictured for herself when traveling away from Gallia. A part of Syrena yearned to return home, but she had been at this for years now. As if she would run with her tail between her legs because of what people thought of her! It grated so much upon her nerves that these outside races viewed her kind with scorn, but she had grown a tougher shell to it. The words no longer stung, and she took pleasure in stealing from those idiots before they even noticed their wares were missing. No, it was not an ideal sort of the in the least. There was an excitement in stealing from the unsuspecting, though. Syrena had settled herself under the shadow of an alleyway as she casually watched unsuspecting travelers pass by her hiding place.

The day was darkening quickly as the faint light of the starts made themselves known against the twilight sky. Her face was shadowed by the hood of her cloak, and her tail was wrapped firmly about her waist to keep it from view. Syrena knew she hardly cut the imposing figure with her short height and delicate features, but she used that to her advantage. A stranger in a traveling cloak would not appear all that odd traveling along the harbor. Usually she attempted to pick a target that would not cause her too much trouble, but her gaze kept flickering to a rather tall Gerudo woman. She could tell easily by her dessert garb and the darkened tan of her skin, but the dark hue of her hair was new to her. Perhaps it was simply a myth that all Gerudo sported red hair to set them apart.

Either way, the woman was distracted by something and not surveying her surroundings. Syrena was careful to divert her path towards the woman before barely brushing up against her. Her voice was soft as she murmured a sweet apology and allowed some of her face to be seen to set her at ease with an innocent expression. The rather lovely pouch that had been dangling from the woman’s belt had been deftly snatched and hidden within the folds of her cloak soon after. Syrena did not hasten her step as she walked away, but she did hasten her speed once she had rounded the corner and was out of sight. Once she was within another shadowed alleyway, she shrugged off the hood of her cloak and looked inside the pouch. Her expression was one of confusion before settling upon annoyance. An empty bottle?

“Who the hell carries an empty bottle in a pouch?”

@amala

Homance begin!

❖ nox ❖

[Deleted]

my soul was filled with crystal light.

Oceania Province was probably Amala's favorite in all of Hyrule, aside from home. She liked cool sand and ocean breezes and salty air. It felt good and healthy and right. Maybe she'd take up boating when she retired. If she retired. She'd probably die in battle before she got the chance to blame everything she couldn't do on old age and brittle bones, but she could dream. And the peace had lasted this long; Amala was an optimist, and believed it would last longer. Maybe the Pharaoh would let her skip out for a month or two and sail the ocean blue. Visit distant islands, that kind of thing. She could collect seashells and different kinds of sand from every beach she visited. She'd need more bottles for that, though; she only carried the one for her day to day purposes. Goal in mind, Amala set off for the market. She picked up a nice-looking pouch to store her bottles in, first off; she hung it from her belt, and put her only, empty bottle inside. There was room for a few more, no doubt. Then she found a glassblower, took a look at his wares, and then stood enraptured as she watched the man work. She was only barely distracted by someone brushing up against her, but the soft apology caught her attention; she glanced at the woman who spoke, and dimly registered her features - cute - before making a swift and automatic connection between this woman's expression and the dozens, hundreds, of identical expressions she'd seen in the past. Amala watched her walk away and round a corner, and put a hand to her belt. Her rupees were still there, which was nice, but - Her pouch was gone. The woman took her bottle. Amala lifted her fingers to her lips and let loose an ear-piercing whistle. A distant roar sounded in return, and she grinned at the acknowledgement even as she sprinted towards the corner she had seen the woman turn, bowling over more than a few people in the process. Shouts of protest followed her, followed up by a few shrieks of fear and the sound of flapping wings, but Amala was a woman on a mission. She caught up to the thief just in time to hear her annoyed comment. "I carry an empty bottle in a pouch," she said with an idle grin. Her gaze flickered up to the surrounding rooftops briefly, and her smile widened. Garrus landed on a roof next to Amala, eyes shining and tail thrashing wildly. More shrieks of fear sounded in the market behind. "Hand it over."

TAGGED: Syrena Whittaker NOTES: NOT THE BOTTLE

[Syrena Whittaker]

WHEREVER THERE IS YOU

I WILL BE THERE TOO

Her ears twitched the moment she heard a loud whistle piercing through the air. Syrena did not really feel much fear at being caught, because this was a lousy trinket to begin with. An empty bottle did not gain her any rupees, and she had one of her own. It was bad to be caught red-handed, though. A small sigh escaped her before she nearly jumped at the sound of a roar. It nearly had her groaning at the situation she had stumbled into this time. There was little use in attempting to run and hide, since she had the feeling she would be dealing with a wyvern. The sound was not unfamiliar to her, since she had encountered a few from a distance on her travels over the years. That hardly meant she wished to face one up close, but it appeared she had little choice at this point.

There were countless shouts and shrieks of fear that had Syrena wondering how much this woman wanted an empty bottle back. The pouch it was in had to be worth more than the piece of spun glass. Golden eyes flickered to the woman impassively, twirling the bottle between her fingers idly. The wyvern had landed on an adjacent rooftop with it’s tail thrashing quite quickly. Syrena did eye the flying reptile would warily than she did the woman, and she was not insane enough to attempt to get away at that point. Her head tilted to the side before her lips curled into a lazy smile. Her sharp canine could be seen clearly before she tossed the bottle over to the owner.

“I’m keeping the pouch, though. I have to make it worth my effort somehow, or are you going to sic your wyvern on me regardless?” Her brow was quirked as she idly crossed her arms over her chest. Syrena would very much prefer to not be chased by a wyvern through the harbor. Her tail swished behind her in slight agitation as she glanced back to the wyvern every few moments. Who in their right mind would not try and keep the giant reptile in their sights? Oh, she should have picked a target that did not look as exotic as this one.

@amala

SHE'S KEEPING THE POUCH!

❖ nox ❖

[Deleted]

my soul was filled with crystal light.

Amala just rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure, fine, keep the pouch," she grumbled, internally saying a sweet goodbye to her dreams of sand collecting. She wasn't about to drop more rupees on another pouch, and she was just glad that she was getting her bottle back, really. Given her previous positions as guard and captain, she probably should've been more bothered by the woman's flagrant disrespect for the law, but Oceania Province was not the desert and petty thievery had never bothered Amala much, anyway. Most thieves were either impoverished or bored, in her experience, and in the former case she'd prefer to help rather than punish, and in the latter she'd stick to a warning and focus her attentions on the more serious crimes that really needed to be dealt with. She slung her spear into her belt, and gestured for Garrus to ease up. His tail stopped thrashing after a moment, and he gingerly lowered himself off the rooftop and into the alley. It was a tight fit, but he wrapped himself around Amala and leaned his head against her side. "I'm not gonna sic him on you, so you can relax," she said with a grin, idly petting his scaly head. He let out a noise not unlike a purr. "Garrus is a big grumpy baby who doesn't even listen to me half the time, and he sure as hell isn't gonna fight for me. Not yet, anyway. We're working on it. Bottle, please."

TAGGED: Syrena Whittaker NOTES: GOD, FINE. JUST PLEASE DON'T HURT THE BOTTLE

[Syrena Whittaker]

WHEREVER THERE IS YOU

I WILL BE THERE TOO

Syrena was quite proud that she would be able to keep the pouch at the very least. Rupees would have been much better, but she really was not in a place to argue. That wyvern was still causing her to be leery of her surroundings, but could anyone blame her? Perhaps it was time she looked into other avenues to keep herself entertained. Unfortunately, it was a little difficult when so many were rude to her simply because of her race. Going home meant admitting she had been wrong, which was not something she intended to do any time soon. Syrena did glance down at the glass bottle in her hand. It did amuse that such a small trinket would cause this much trouble. People really did value the oddest of things.

Gold eyes flickered onto the spear in the woman’s hand, and she wondered how quickly she could reach for her dagger in case of an attack. An extreme thought on her part, since the woman was being amiable enough about this. A small hiss escaped her when the wyvern eventually descended from the rooftop to make himself fit into the alleyway. No doubt the patrons of the harbor were throwing a fit over this entire sitation. Syrena would certainly have to keep her head down for awhile after this. How the hell this woman had somewhat tamed a wyvern was beyond her, but she still did not trust the giant lizard. “Can’t blame me for being leery, can you? Calling your wyvern is rather extreme over an empty bottle.”

Of course, that was her opinion on the matter. Syrena was amused to see how the wyvern wrapped itself around the woman like an overgrown cat. As long as the thing did not look at her as it’s next snack, then she was content to give the bottle back. She was hesitant in getting near either of them, but she stepped forward to hand the bottle over. The pouch she certainly kept in her free hand, though!

@amala

NO BOTTLES HAVE BEEN HURT

❖ nox ❖

[Deleted]

my soul was filled with crystal light.

Amala couldn't help but grin when she heard the woman hiss as Garrus descended. It was kind of cute, in all honesty, though it was probably meant to be threatening. She wondered if that was a Laguz thing - because she was, in fact, a Laguz, a fact that Amala was only just now noticing, since she had been so preoccupied with her stolen bottle - or if that was a this-woman-in-particular thing. She almost asked, but stopped herself at the last second. She probably got questions like that all the time. It had to be as annoying as the distrustful glances and nasty assumptions Amala was on the general receiving end of. "Okay, so maybe it was a little excessive," Amala conceded, her grin turning sheepish. "The townsfolk certainly don't seem happy about it. I love this damn bottle, though. It's the only thing I can carry things in." Quite cheerily she met the woman halfway, took the bottle, and reattached it to her belt. She gestured to all of herself. "Seriously, do you see any pockets? Bottles are invaluable. You can carry all sorts of shit in there, it's great." The distant shrieks of fear had turned into closer noises of protest, and Amala patted Garrus on the head. "Go, baby, get out of town." The wyvern just blew smoke in her face, and she scowled and turned her patting into a light whap. "See what I mean? He doesn't listen for shit," she grumbled, and gestured for Garrus to lay down, which he did do. Carefully she swung one leg over his back, nestling herself fairly comfortably between his spikes. The angry noises grew closer, and Amala frowned. "Want a ride?" she asked, gesturing to the wyvern. "Probably totally safe, I promise. Wouldn't want the angry mob to turn on you without Garrus to poke at."

TAGGED: Syrena Whittaker NOTES: WHY DON'T YOU COME WITH ME LITTLE GIRL ON A MAGIC WYVERN RIDE

[Syrena Whittaker]

WHEREVER THERE IS YOU

I WILL BE THERE TOO

Only a little? Syrena shot the woman an exasperated expression as she bit back her more instinctual reactions to the wyvern. She did not really appreciate the grin that appeared on the woman’s face at the sound of her hissing. At least she had not wound up in cuffs for her theft, but she usually did not get caught, either. What an odd day this was turning out to be, and she had experienced many odd things since leaving her home. Her ears twitched as the frightened screaming of the citizens eventually died down. No, now they were grumbling and growling at the property damage that had been caused. It was going to be blamed upon her once the woman and her wyvern departed with their empty bottle. How lovely for her.

“That’s what satchels are for. Quite useful in carrying what you need for when you’re traveling,” she drawled with a sarcastic smirk. At least she had gained something from this venture, and it was a really nice pouch. Perhaps she could steal something equally as pretty to put into it. Syrena would keep to herself for the next few days, though. She had the feeling the citizens would be watching her incase she started another incident like this. Gold eyes flickered back to the Gerudo woman and how she instructed the wyvern to leave. Well, that had not worked out too well for either of them. Syrena bit back a snicker as the creature remained where it was stubbornly.

“Well, I doubt wyverns can ever really be tamed like a household dog or cat. I’m surprised you managed to even get near one without it killing you.” It was interesting to watch the woman be able to mount the wyvern without too much hassle. Her curiosity was burning on what it would be like to fly on one. The angry grumbling of the crowd was growing louder, and that did make her somewhat nervous. Syrena blinked owlishly at the offer for a ride, and she looked between the two of them warily. “Somehow, I think potential death by flying is better than if the crowd attempts to get a hold of me.”

Syrena was willing to take a chance with this Gerudo woman and her reptilian pet. Would it even allow her on it, though? She took a few steps closer to the pair before shrugging her shoulders and mimicking the woman’s earlier motions of climbing onto the wyvern. She made sure to settle herself in front, because there was no way in hell she was risking a possible backwards topple off the thing.

@amala

I CAN SHOW YOU THE WOOOOORLD

❖ nox ❖

[Deleted]

my soul was filled with crystal light.

A satchel? Satchels weren't nearly as much fun as bottles. You couldn't fill a satchel with water or potion or liquor, depending on what you were planning on going into. "But bottles," was all Amala had to say on the matter, before the grumbling of the crowd made her rethink staying put for the conversation. Both wyvern and rider waited patiently as the woman cautiously mounted; Amala was rather proud that Garrus was being so good about this. He shifted uncomfortably when the woman settled down, unused to having the weight of two riders on his back, but he didn't try to shake them off or anything. "I mean, he definitely tried," Amala said, reaching around the woman's waist to grab on to one of Garrus' neck spines. She gestured for the woman to do the same. "I had to wrestle with him for hours before he finally gave in and was like, fine, whatever, I'll go with this crazy bitch. I got some nasty scratches and burns. Let's go, honey." The last comment was directed at Garrus, and in a complete contrast to how stubborn he had been before, the wyvern stood up smoothly, took a brief running start, and took flight with ease despite the added weight. Amala whooped as they soared up, and couldn't help but laugh at the shrieking that rose up once again as they flew above the market. She probably should've felt terrible about terrorizing the poor innocent people, but Garrus really was a baby. He wouldn't hurt anyone unless he was on his own. "I can show you the woooooooorld~" Amala sang, horribly off-key, as they flew, nudging Garrus into a barrel roll. The woman wouldn't drop off, not with Amala's arms around her, but she couldn't help but want to show off a little. She laughed again as they rolled upright, and nudged the woman's sides teasingly. "Whaddya think? Totally safe, right?"

TAGGED: Syrena Whittaker NOTES: do a barrel roll and scare the shit out of your passenger!

[Syrena Whittaker]

WHEREVER THERE IS YOU

I WILL BE THERE TOO

This was going on the list of the most stupid thing she had ever done. Syrena certainly liked to be daring in the right circumstances, but now she was fearing for her sanity. Had she even learned the name of the woman? All she knew was what the woman’s wyvern was named Garrus. It was the oddest name she had ever heard, but what did one call a wyvern at any point? She was much more concerned at avoiding the displeased crowd that would soon catch up to them. It was slightly surprising to her, since the harbor was not known for it’s stability. Gods above this was going to make her stand out for quite some time. Her thieving ways would have to retire for the time being until this little incident became nothing more than an exciting rumor.

“Can I simply say that I think you’re insane?” Wrestling with a wyvern like it was nothing at all? Syrena did not think of herself as a coward, but the sight of a wyvern would have her heading in the opposite direction. A shame that her self preservation was taking a holiday at the moment, right? She nearly felt sorry for Garrus since he had lost to his crazy mistress. It was rather amusing the more she thought about it, but the take off had her grasping one of his neck spikes tightly. Yeah, this was not as comfortable as a horse would be. Then again, most horses became nervous in her presence to begin with. Syrena shifted as much as she dared to attempt to gain a more comfortable seat upon Garrus.

Her ears flattened against her head the moment she heard the woman’s off-key singing. Yeah, she should definitely stick to wrestling wyverns for a living with a voice like that. A sudden shriek caught in her throat when she felt herself being pulled into a barrel roll, and she clung to the arm the Gerudo had around her. Eventually the world righted itself again, but she was shaking somewhat before she hissed slightly at the woman. “Safe my ass! Don’t do that again without a warning.”

@amala

Syrena is so not impressed. )_)

❖ nox ❖

[Deleted]

my soul was filled with crystal light.

Amala shrieked with laughter at the Laguz's hiss, absolutely tickled by her reaction. Hissing. Too cute. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," she said between giggles, the shit-eating grin on her face belying her apology. "I won't do it again. Without warning." She paused, licked her lips, and her grin broadened, if that was even possible. "Here's your warning!" Amala tugged lightly on one of the spines adorning Garrus' neck and he got the message, pulling up into a steep ascent before twisting into a positively gorgeous loop-de-loop. Her heart swelled with pride. "Good baby," she cooed when they were upright again, pressing completely against her passenger and leaning forward to get closer to the wyvern's head. Amala pulled back slightly, and rested her chin on the Laguz's shoulder, completely disregarding the concept of personal space. The fox-girl was already clinging to her arm for dear life, anyway. "C'mon, this is fun, isn't it?" she asked lightly. "Crazy lady and maybe-not-exactly-safe stunts aside." Amala nudged Garrus to fly a little higher. "I can drop you off anywhere, by the way. Probably don't wanna go back to Oceania for a while.

TAGGED: Syrena Whittaker NOTES: i'm sorry i took so long ; O;