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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
Welcome to ZRP! We are an non-canon RP site with an original tale taking place within the
lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
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Morning would come faster than he desired. The threat of dawn peaking over the horizon as he pulled on the leather belts of his saddle. Abraxos giving a grunt in dissatisfaction. Folt had properly rearranged everything in order to make room to carry the extra weight of the girl, and the space she would take up in the same saddle. [break][break] "No more complaining," he said in a mumble, stroking his hand over the dark mane of the black beast, "You got plenty to eat last night and this is the last day of riding before home. Provided we leave soon..." he said, hoping that there would not be any trouble on the way. A delay would cause them having to camp on the mountain side and that was never a good option. [break][break] Once settled, Folt pulled Abraxos from the stables, the towering giant finally raising it's head in the free space and shaking off the stiffness. A soft huff of air from it's large nostrils told the man that he was prepared, and were only waiting on the arrival of their traveling partner. Folt scratched at the back of his head. Usually when he escorted new prospects up the mountain, there was another Seeker present, and they had a wagon of useful items with them. It was a two day journey like that. But with the freedom of only a single horse, perhaps they would make good time.
A letter was written, slipped under the pillow of where her father would have been sleeping if he hadn't already left for his town meeting. Looking over her bag of belongings, she made sure everything was accounted for; extra food, water, a small blanket and some extra clothes. A hand moved to her neck, making sure the pendant her mother gave her was still upon a sturdy chain.
Opting for trousers today, the young woman pulled on some white wool working clothes--they were better than a skirt and trying to mount a horse. She thought for a moment... there had to be something she could bring for protection. She doubted her training sword would do much good.
Taking a few steps into her parents' bedroom once more, she looked around wondering if they had anything worth defending herself with. Searching every wardrobe and under any furniture for something that might seem useful, her eyes spotted a large, narrow chest that was beneath the dresser. Sliding it out, she undid the clasps, slowly opening it to reveal a very intricate rapier. It looked expensive... but also looked seasoned. The hilt was ornamented with gold and ancient symbols.
It would do. Taking it, she fastened it to her belt before sliding the small chest back under the dresser and making her way quietly out of the tavern. It was still dark, and only the usual laborers were awake and too focused on their craft. As she got to the stables, she could see Folt already strapping things onto the saddle of his horse.
The first thing he heard was her voice. Not the sound of her footsteps or her shuffle of various textures. A soft whisper that almost caught him off guard if he wasn't expecting it. Surprised at her general quiet aura however, the man cleared his throat before looking her up and down. "Pants..." he mumbled, almost confused if it weren't for the fact that he had witnessed many Seeker women wearing pants over skirts and dresses. But this girl wasn't a Seeker yet. [break][break] "No, we are all set. Here, hand me your bag," he would take it and fasten it to the thick saddle bags, "--and then let me help you up," he said, extending his hands outwards towards her in an attempt to lift her up by the waist and to Abraxos's saddle. He was a tall horse and Folt doubted that she would be able to hook her foot into the hoist, much less be capable of swinging her leg over by herself. [break][break] Folt wouldn't be up on the saddle until after escorting the horse out of the town gate and onto the road beyond. "Now is your last chance..." he said before giving a strong glance to the town they already started to leave behind. [break][break]