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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Labrynna was always a quaint little land to visit, having seen its fair share of tragedy and rescue throughout its time as an established kingdom. There wasn’t many established Gerudo in the land, but when they showed, it tended to attract attention. Nynaeve despised this. She was there on work for her King, not as something to gawk at. Gerudo might be beautiful, but they weren’t something to parade and show off, even by themselves, they were a proud people.
A visit to one of the other witches in the land was her goal for her visit there, to pick up ingredients she needed for a potion. Establishing longevity was certainly hard, and in fact, she had already met the witch. But potions took time, and time was what she had to kill. So she wrapped herself in Gerudo cloaks, and took to the shops of Lynna City, browsing what they had. Little trinkets caught her eyes, potential focuses for charms and hexes. She had purchased several odds and ends, namely some feathers and regents, and a small little crystal with a red gemstone inside, which looked much like part of a bigger piece. That was a gift for her witch friend. Some seeds from the trees that grew around the land were sold, and she left with a few rupees left, eyes set on a bar. Her king would be fine with her enjoying a couple drinks, probably.
That was how she found herself in the bar, sat at the gambler’s tables, playing cards with them. A sly wit and plenty of bared cleavage was enough to distract them from the game so she could capitalize on it, and she cleaned them out. Instead of leaving when they did, she waited, curious what company would come next. She took a dainty sip from her drink, and looked around. Did anybody catch her interest?
Lincoln rode through the wilds on his way to Lynna City, escaping a band of goblinoids as he lacked the proper resources to face them head on. An important lesson for hunters was when to approach and when to leave prey alone...and he chose wrong. Galloping on what was a stolen horse, all he saw was green for miles. Eventually Lincoln came to a clearing, which led to a cobblestone rode trailing towards Lynna City. The gallop slowed to a trot, and eventually the horse was abandoned near the entrance to the capital. While a journey out of the kingdom was part of the grand scheme, the hunter didn't exactly have the resources.
Which goes against the idea of independence, which was the exact thing Lincoln strove for with his father. Because of this, he often made trips to Lynna to find odd jobs and other things to scrape some coin off of. Sometimes Lincoln visited the pubs for a bit of gambling. He often took a little bit more than he invested, but never gaining a true profit or true traction. People often started getting hostile if one's profits started teetering a bit...TOO high. After spending a while with various jobs around the dirtier neighborhoods in Lynna, Lincoln decided to end his day with gambling.
Dirt and the typical end-of-day hygienic state, Lincoln was able to blend in relatively easily with the masculinity of the bar he entered. Table to table, he scrounged a bit of rupees. That's when he was shocked with the site of something a bit more exotic. While he didn't drool over her, there was a stolen round of breath at the sight of the Gerudo. Taking the table after a few displeased 'customers' had left empty-handed, he took up a hand. The game was poker this time, so they were dealt two cards each. Lincoln sat across the lady, smirking towards her.
"Oi, wha's this? Nothing cleaner than a workmen's boot usually step 'ere. Now all of a sudden, lavender and velvet and a bit o' shine to ye. Welcome to Lynna, madam. We welcome the charitable pockets you bring!" Lincoln chuckled, peaking at his hand while the dealer dealt out the initial three cards of their own. "Though, we aren't all so stupid to glue our gaze on your assets." With a cocky wink, Lincoln attempted to maintain some sort of eye-contact. That was usually where he got those he played cards in.
Always need the book to open before one can read it. However, this was certainly some foreign literature.
Two cards were thrown at her as she was spoken to, and her eyes flitted up to her newest gambling partner, words forming in response almost as quick as the compliments from their mouth.
”Well, thank goodness some men have dignity. Though my pockets won’t be charitable if you…”
She trailed off as she looked closer at the youth in front of her, eyes narrowing. This one was different than most men that offered her a compliment, more… Different indeed. Her eyebrows raised, and she smiled, resting her chin on her hand. It was common for some Gerudo youth to realize the feminine life wasn’t for them, and embrace one of masculinity instead. They were not scorned, but accepted, and left when they came of age to travel with the other Gerudo men. They were a special group among the Gerudo, and one heavily celebrated. To see a human one pleased Nynaeve.
”Actually, I’m game. It isn’t oft that I see a via like yourself outside my people. I welcome you to my table, and thank you in advance for your rupees, as well as your company. But tell me, what does such an intriguing specimen such as yourself do in a run-down little town like this?”
She looked at her own cards, and the dealer’s, and put several red gems on the middle of the table, with a smirk.
”And keep talking to me like that, and I might just have to ask what it’ll take to make you sweet talk me more, little via. You’ve quite a way with words and all.”
Notes: Navi and I coined terms for trans people in the Gerudo language.
Such a dagger-sharp eyes pierced through the aesthetic veil Lincoln built for himself. While the lady was certainly flattered, which could help assist in opening up that poker face for a good read, she wasn't distracted enough to not see through the masculine wardrobe. When a server walked on by, the hunter caught their attention and quickly ordered something to drink. Looking back at the lady with the nine and ten of hearts in hand, he kept a sly smirk. "Oh, well...quite the shock madam! A lady with sharp eyes, but has yet to find I'm more 'man' than most of these men. Wouldn't be surprised if I was more 'man' down there as well, ha!"
Lincoln was met with a drink poured into a dingy mug soon enough, and he was swift and subtle with his drinks. Looking at his cards, he raised his eye brows, seeming intrigued and putting a finger to his lips lightly. "Oh and you might find it a bit hard to find sweet words here. I mean, I have the sugar but...let's just say these men speak like they like their coffee." Tapping his cards on the table to rhythm, Lincoln kept a confident demeanor. On the table was an eight of hearts, and two jacks. One of diamonds, and one of clubs. A moderate advantage.
Realistically, he would be extremely nervous someone saw him for a women in disguise, as that was what he was trying to avoid due to previous encounters. However, the poker face of a man that has had to deal with deceiving everyone around him was a well-developed one (so he thought). "I'm going to assume via is the term you label people like me as, yeah? So curt, not quite as exotic as the sweet, walking rupee deposit." Chuckling slightly, Lincoln covered part of his face with his drink, darting his eyes to the left.
Clearly he enjoyed the undertone trailing in Nynaeve's force when speaking the word via as it didn't seem negative at all. Quite positive and intrigued, in fact. "I like sweets too, madam, if you don't mind sharing. Maybe a name too? Oh, but let me do the honors...name's Lincoln." A quick, there-and-gone wink shot from his left eye, then continuing the game by raising with a blue rupee. "I raise, I hope you're game. I don't simply want bitter-green rupees. I'd rather something red and exotic like a red rupee. Don't see those flowing too often. Too many cowards with just the greens."
Lincoln sighed, feigning disappointment and sadness, hoping to bait the Gerudo into his hands.
Her initial response was to lift her cards, eyes darting to them, and an elbow rested on the table, chin put on her flattened hard. She slid her cards to the side again, and smiled at the young boy. Lincoln was his name. Brave for a human, but with a boldness she appreciated.
“More man, you say? Darling, I’d not seen a man in here before you walked in. It’s hardly a comparison to compare their endowment to yours. Only those truly… Exceptional can catch the interest of a Gerudo, and doubly so for myself. I meet your raise.”
She slid the appropriate rupees forward, eyes going back down to the table. The other two jacks were in her hand, and she was waiting to spring it. However, there was still a round of betting, so she had to wait. A laugh was coaxed from her when he discussed his desire for something red and exotic.
“You weave honey-dripped words like the elders of my people weave clothes. But I’m ever so curious to see if you meet to your promises, via.”
Her own drink was brought to her, and she sipped the ruby wine from the goblet, relaxing back in her chair as opposed to the table. Every movement, every fiber of her body, every action was laced with practiced grace and delicacy, as she batted her eyes. This one could be useful to her, and good company, to boot. She wanted to push further, see what happened.
“Not many appreciate a gem of the desert such as myself. I am Nynaeve, of the Gerudo. This certainly isn’t the desert of my people, but regardless… I find reason to be here. What’s your story, boy? I do love stories, after all. Or maybe words aren’t your forte, and you’ve other talents with that cute little mouth.”
Her hand suddenly went to her cards again, and she looked from them to Lincoln.
“Looks like this might be your lucky hand. We’ll see what the cards have to say, won’t we?”