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Kalvar had sprung to his feet as soon as he heard something rushing through the underbrush. His instincts for survival had been long trained to react quickly, it had been the greatest difference between life and death. Food could be gone without, water could be rationed, but injuries made everything more difficult. [break][break]

And then there was a voice, and he physically froze for a second. He didn't know what he was expecting. Maybe one of those strange ships to float up over the edge and just, dramatically reveal itself. A voice crying out for help shook him for a few moments. [break][break]

"Kalvar, we must act." Wind Fairy quickly spoke, her voice echoing softly around her immediate area. The bow faintly hummed in his grip. [break][break]

His companion's voice shook him from his stupor, he broke into a sprint. Kalvar's practiced gait stealthily speeding through the underbrush at an incredible pace. [break][break]

It didn't take long to find the source of the outcry. A strange woman was running through the woods, fleeing from a duo of Aerolfos. The twin winged lizards seemed to enjoy mocking their prey, crying out in that tongue of theirs as they flew. One of the pair dived in close, bow in hand and getting ready for another shot. [break][break]

Kalvar didn't hesitate. A stone arrow from his quiver was already in hand as he bolted. Wind Fairy began to glow in his hands, the Blessing of the Wind imbued on his shots. With quick aim, he let loose a bolt. [break][break]

The arrow swirled with wind as it impacted the wing of the beast. And while the arrow certainly stun, the wind immediately buffeted it around, knocking it around in the sky and forcing it to lose its balance. As it ungracefully tumbled to the ground, Kalvar finally leaped out from the shadows. [break][break]

Without a word, he suddenly hissed back at the Aerolfos. His expression steeled, another arrow already notched on his bow. They knew better than to approach his hunting grounds. He had already run them off many times before, but this time it seemed the temptation of fresh unarmed meat was too much for them. [break][break]

And so he stood silently, his sky blue eyes staring daggers at the Aerolfos, daring them to continue their assault.

[attr="class","ooc-areak"]Wild Man has been called for aid, instead— Ursula von Brandt

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He continued to stare even as the pair of Aerolfos began to make their retreat. This would be a lesson that they would soon not forget. A wound like that to their wing would make them grounded for quite some time until it recovered. [break][break]

In fact, he was staring so hard at them retreating that he was caught almost entirely off guard by the woman who spoke. He suddenly jumped where he was, clearly a bit spooked. He turned finally turned his head to face her, opening his mouth to speak before Wind Fairy interjected. [break][break]

The bow softly glowing with a hum as it spoke, she began right away. "And so, the winds bring us not just conflict on this day. But kindness, as well. Greetings, for it as has been long since we have spoken with another creature of the earth. The legs of the grounded oft not dwell in the clouds."[break][break]

Kalvar blinked, his steeled face slowly turning a soft red as he finally spoke. "Er, uh, yes? It's, uh, not safe here. Follow." He'd speak bluntly not out of crudeness, but out of obvious nerves. [break][break]

Turning around, he'd silently begin to lead her back towards his cave. The bonfire a fairly obvious clue to his location. Of course, Wind Fairy had no predisposition for nervousness or social naivety. "And what breeze carried you to us, on this fairly auspicious day? To grace us with a presence so fine is a joyous occasion. Please, you must rest with us. The young master will brew you up some tea." [break][break]

Kalvar would only grumble to himself, thoroughly embarrassed. And yet, even his own curiosity was driving him crazy. Just who was this woman? He'd probably know more if he stopped to look at her properly, instead of shying from her eyes like a shy child.

[attr="class","ooc-areak"]The mage has been invited for tea — Ursula von Brandt

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Kalvar, quite frankly, had no idea what to do. His mind was working on a million different things to say, or do, but ultimately he had no way of balancing out his rational versus emotional thought. It was all a jumbled, stressful mess. [break][break]

Perhaps he could use some tea as well. [break][break]

As the woman sat down by the fire to nurse her wound, Kalvar would carefully set the bow down outside nearby for them to speak to one another as he slipped inside the cave to grab his materials. [break][break]

"Oh, the winds of fate are ever so blind to the desires of those torn around by such." The bow would just, sit perfectly still on the ground. It's soft, humming glow complimented its unearthly voice well, but it seemed entirely incapable of moving itself. "It is such a delight to speak with one of such an esteemed profession. The knowledge of the arcane is vastly misunderstood, much to my dismay."[break][break]

Kalvar would quickly return, a handmade clay pot in his hands, as well as two cups. One was clearly made from clay as well, crafted by hand. Whereas the other was actually wooden, hand-carved as well. It seemed even the wildman enjoyed the pleasantries of some nice tea. [break][break]

It was a nice reminder of home. [break][break]

He would be setting the teapot near the fire to heat up as the woman began to share her name. He quietly listened in, as Wind Fairy was seemingly intent to introduce the two of them. "You have the pleasure of speaking to the Fairy of the Winds. I have long watched over these lands, my guiding winds carrying aloft the message of freedom. Now I watch over the young master. Ka-" [break][break]

Kalvar this time interrupted, preferring to actually introduce himself despite his nerves. "Kalvar. Uh, Kalvar d'Lyrandar. Ma'am. A pleasure... I think. Sorry, I'm just, not used to this. Yeah. It's been a while. I haven't er, spoken to someone without wings for... I can't recall, actually." Even as he spoke, he didn't look at her. His eyes drifted to the ground, and then back at the tea as he impatiently waited. [break][break]

"Almost two decades, my dearest. There is no need to hide behind vague responses any longer."

[attr="class","ooc-areak"]Tea Time approaches — Ursula von Brandt

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Familiar kinship, now that was a combination of words Kalvar hadn't quite heard before. He understood the general intention behind them, but it was so strange listening to someone else speak as fanciful as Wind Fairy had a habit to do so. However, it was the sudden reveal of war that had his attention. He finally looked away from the teapot, eyes cautiously narrowed as he looked over at her. [break][break]

"... War?" Kalvar quietly whispered to himself, confused beyond belief as Wind Fairy began to speak up. [break][break]

"We met when the young man was even younger. My dearest friend and eternal savior had perished up in these sky-bound islands, leaving me stranded, alone, for years on end. I know not the time that passed, unable to see our land's celestial bodies. Alone with my thoughts, none to converse." [break][break]

A relieved, almost happy sigh sounded like it came from the bow. It's melodic, breathy nature almost sounding like the wind itself just sighed. "It was the young master Kalvar who greeted me and awakened me from my accidental imprisonment within the underground dwelling over yonder."]She paused as if letting the time properly pass to gaze at the well-fortified cave entrance just behind them. [break][break]

"Kargoroks," Kalvar spoke up himself, letting out an almost nervous sigh himself. While his expression didn't change, it was painfully clear by his tone the memory upset him. "I was captured by the feathered monstrosities as a child. Carried to a nest as food. I was lucky to escape with my life. And now-" He paused, simply reaching up to casually drag a hand across the feathered cloak he was wearing. "The rest, is, uh, history I suppose."[break][break]

"A wonderful knack for learning and adapting to new threats, he has. His skills as a marksman are second to none compared to the soldiers of Hyrule I have witnessed." Wind Fairy began again. "However, despite his natural affinity for the blessings of the skies, trained under my careful instruction and tutelage, he is unable to cast spells unaided." A strange statement, considering the clear usage of the Blessing of the Wind spell earlier. Kalvar almost certainly looked like was going to say something, only to just sigh and shake his head as a soft blush formed upon his cheeks.[break][break]

"Might we inquire as to your origins as well, Miss von Brandt? Telling stories around a roaring fire is a pastime the young lad has severely missed out upon."

[attr="class","ooc-areak"]Story Time— Ursula von Brandt

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Ignoble birth was a concept that Kalvar didn't understand in the slightest. He knew how to read and write, he had been taught that much before he was abducted. Despite all that, Wind Fairy's teachings about language hadn't been all-encompassing. Regardless, despite his obvious confusion, the young man clearly tried to focus. [break][break]

She lost many friends and even her family, only to become a teacher. And then twisted into a strange being, no longer Hylian. It seemed that they were both separated from society one way or another. [break][break]

"Twili..." Kalvar hummed in thought, the further explanation of another realm didn't explain much to him either. Regardless, he had more important things to worry about. The tea was ready. [break][break]

He quickly poured a mug, handing the clay mug over towards Ursula before finally sitting down properly nearby. "I'm... sorry. For all that, ma'am. For what it is worth, you are too nice to be considered an enemy by anyone, I suppose." [break][break]

Wind Fairy didn't comment audibly, but she was certainly pleased that Kalvar was taking the initiative in the conversation. [break][break]

With a mug of his own, he would hold the drink in his hands to warm himself up as he spoke. "It doesn't matter what you are, I think. You haven't tried to kill me, so... yeah, I guess that counts for something. The fates are not kind, and I imagine people are also not kind. It..." He pauses as if wondering whether to admit it or not before finally expressing his thoughts. [break][break]

"It makes me wonder if it isn't so bad being alone. Working a job sounds so... boring. But I guess most would say surviving is stressful. This... is all I know. I'm sure maybe I could have like, jumped. Maybe weave a charm to protect me from the fall, or fashion together some gliding thing and left ages ago." His eyes would wander up to the massive bonfire he had lit, the smoke pouring off it into the sky above. [break][break]

"But now, people are coming here. They got these floating ships, I've seen them. There's no logic hiding from them, nor fate... That's what the large fire is for." Kalvar would remain silent himself for a few moments, a free hand holding Wind Fairy with an almost nervous tension. [break][break]

Eventually, only one more sentence escaped his lips. "What is life like down there?"

[attr="class","ooc-areak"]Story Time— Ursula von Brandt

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Kalvar listened intently to Ursula's words as he slowly sipped his own tea. The way she described it, it sounded like she didn't have that great of an experience herself. Sure, she said it wasn't terrible, but she only truly spoke about the neutral and negative aspects. [break][break]

He hummed softly in thought. That was the second time she mentioned the war, without fully explaining it. Was it truly that bad? His knowledge of war and societal tragedy was admittedly few and far between. All he had was Wind Fairy's stories and the few books he had been able to get his hands on. [break][break]

"To be honest with you ma'am, I've survived since I was but a child. I can't imagine anything being more dangerous. At least with war, your death would be swift. Perhaps in some noble purpose, defending people you care about." He carefully tucked his legs up close against his chest, holding himself gently. [break][break]

"Starvation during the winter months... wondering whether or not your rations are enough to make it through, or to risk hunting during a blizzard, only to find nothing and then suffer illness on top of it all." He spoke with such a pained memory to his tone, it was obvious this was all personal experience. "Having to reset a broken bone on your own and having to hunt anyways, with a lack of food to allow proper rest."[break][break]

He set his cup of tea down, instinctively moving to hold Wind Fairy within his hands. It was clear the bow was his comfort item, if not already his closest friend. "To worry about whether or not... anyone even knows where you are. And if when anyone does find you, will they even care?"[break][break]

Kalvar remains silent for a bit, clearly giving room for Wind Fairy to speak, instead, she seemed to remain quiet herself. "I know, life on the surface is probably just as rough. But from up here, it sure sounds simpler. Different problems, maybe, but at least there are people to support you." Even as he spoke, he would instinctively brush his fingers down Wind Fairy's wooden frame. She was always there for him, but it wasn't the same as having someone to hold him. The bow did glow softly in his hands, however, attempting to comfort him quietly. [break][break]

"...You came here to escape the war, didn't you? The war between who?" He finally spoke again, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

[attr="class","ooc-areak"]Sad Time— Ursula von Brandt