Museless and Single [Open]

[Cyrona Rivers]

"No, no, no!" cried the voice from the clearing deep within the forest. There was a sharp ripping noise and the sound of paper crumpling as hands angrily balled it up and threw it to the side. There was a flutter of paper and then all went silent again as pencil met blank whiteness and tried to capture the spirit of the creek in front of it. Cyrona held his breath as he slowly drew the pencil across the paper and made another line.

So far so good.

The basic outline of the stream was complete, but he needed to get the forest in the background. His hand found the stream, then rose up on the page as he gauged the distance with what had once been a practiced eye. Several quick lines followed as he drew the trunks of the trees that bordered the forest. The specifics didn't matter. That was where a lot of artists went wrong. They found themselves trying to recreate a specific tree, or the shape of a particular stone. No, it wasn't that. It was the spirit one had to capture. The feeling.

Of course you still needed to get the shape right. Cyrona's hand made several more lines, then went back a few trees to compare it to the actual thing. There was a section where the clearing dipped further into the woods he had totally missed. Why had he missed it? He was too set in making all those trees. Too rapid, he needed to slow down. With another frustrated huff he ripped that sheet out of his drawing pad and crumpled it up as well, tossing it to the side where a small pile had begun to build.

Tinder for starting his fire that night.

Once more pencil met paper and drew a line, starting with the stream. But the line was nowhere near right, and the lead of his pencil snapped right off. Cyrona was so caught up in his work that the little snapping noise and the sudden feeling of nothing beneath his pencil made him jump with a start, then lose his balance and fall backward off the rock he was perched on. His head landed on the pile of crumpled drawings and the whole pile seemed to explode, settling down on the now prone Cyrona.

[Voletta Tabias]

Voletta was managed to wander off into yet another forest. This was obviously not Faron Woods, but somewhere more open. The sound of streams were more obvious, and in the distance, she could see a clearing. Were those flowers? The urge to run of and frolic into the field was almost unbearable. She wanted to just jump into the pile of pollen, and roll around in it for hours. Unfortunately, she'd get her precious book dusty, pages and all. It'd take forever to get the pollen off the edges. Sighing, she turn to the opposite direction, heading for nowhere in particular.

But then, she heard the sound of paper crumpling. A familiar sound. It was most likely a person, a local who knew his way around, if she was lucky. She came to a stream, entering between the trees. There was a boy, his head seeming to have collided with a pile a crumpled up papers. Drafts? If so, of doodles or writing? If they weren't drafts, what were they? Wanted papers? News Paper? After thinking about it for a bit, she concluded that she'd find out. Sighing, she approached the boy.

Doodling?

[clow]

This forest, the minish forest though different then his own, had a homely feel. The cities were amazing, but there was something about the woodlands surrounding. A foreign forest did seem to have that nice since of being somewhere knew, but also seeming as if you’ve been there many times. That was Clow’s opinion on the manner anyway. At this point he would honestly love for someone to challenge it, being right holds no wait if you’re alone.

Still, at least here he could let his hair down. Literally actually, the secluded area offers no benefits for posing as a child, so Clow’s waist long hair was allowed to flow . It was nice to simply absorb everything though, the cool night air, the smell of something between spring and fall. It was perfectly nice to just wander around aimlessly. Clow knew what he was doing after all, he was experienced, he could afford to just wander wherever he liked.

Yes, everything was peaceful. That was, until he heard a small crunch under his bare feet. The boy looked down inquisitively to see what he had stepped on. “Paper?” he asked himself, only to hear the sounds of tumbling. Without time to react, there was a large, to Clow at least, figure upon him. Not used to having someone fall on him, the Kokiri let out a yell “What in the name of mother Farore is going on?!” he protest, admitably sounding like a whiny child then an angered man, but thus was the curse of his races child like tone.

[Cyrona Rivers]

A harmless tumble to the ground quickly became a tangled pile of limbs as Cyrona fell directly on top of a passing child. At the sound of the protests, as one might when a large mass of body fell on top of them, Cyrona practically jumped to his feet in a panic. He looked about and immediately saw one child approaching him, though she was female and the complaints had at least sounded somewhat male. He looked down and saw the other child in the area, the one he had landed on, practically flattened into the earth.

"Uh, I'm sorry?" Cyrona offered in confusion. He wasn't used to being around children. Or, at least, around people this far out. Though admittedly there weren't a lot of children in the village he came from. None that would hang around him, anyway, he did see them now and then. A generation after his own, if three or four children could be called a generation. Oh what a sheltered life he had led. He looked down at the one that had broken his fall, then up at the quieter one who had been approaching him. How much of a trance had he been in trying to find his muse that they both had managed to get so close?

"Hi there," he offered to the not-prone one quite helplessly. "Sorry, I think I may have squished your friend."

[Voletta Tabias]

You're both complete strangers, as far as I know.

As Voletta said this, she contemplated her voice. It was much deeper than the other boy's. Sighing, she picked up one of the crumpled papers from the ground, opening it up. It was a sketch of the area. She could see the stream and a bit of unfinished forest. She examined the picture for a long moment, before looking down at the fallen boy. Another Kokiri, with a rather high-pitched voice. Voletta much preferred his voice than hers. Maybe she'd be the tinniest bit cuter. Moving her focus to the other, much taller boy, she asked again,

Doodles?

[clow]

Clow got to his feet, dusting himself off, first tending to his clothes, and then to his long locks. He actually looked somewhat like some woodland creature as he did so. He then let out a slight sigh as he composed himself, turning to the human who had flattened him. “It’s okay; I suppose it would be unlikely for someone to purposely fall on someone else.” Clow said, with a curious look on his face, snickering slightly to himself, then looking up at the young girl shaking his head.

“And she’s right, we’ve never met before, not to my memory, although… She looks a bit...” Clow shrugged slightly, trailing off, looking through the pile of nearby paper. Glancing back at the girl and looking through the sketching’s all around him. “Huh, Interesting so this is what both broke, and caused the fall.” He said, admiring the bit of art, though he knewing something was off about the drawings, something lacking that special bit of life. He saw why the pile had formed, but he wasn’t sure if he could call this doodling. Still, this looked like a rather nice farewell to being alone, and boredom, for a while at least.

[Cyrona Rivers]

Would it be hypocritical of him to question why two kids were wandering around the wilderness? To most he was still a kid, and he even felt it sometimes. Coming from a small village he grew up fast, by terms of the village. He could help with such rural affairs as tending fields, but compared to the occasional city-goer he met he was so inexperienced in so many ways. How many times has he been referred to as 'kid' since leaving Orion, where he was practically everyone's equal when he wanted to be. Even he had referred to Cyrona as kid, though the word was scathing when it came from him.

All is fair in love and war, though, and Cyrona had been beaten, though he was allowed to be bitter about his loss.

Now he was stuck babysitting in the middle of a forest?

"That's funny, the three of us happening upon the same clearing in the big forest," Cyrona mused momentarily, before shaking off the reverie. "Are you kids lost or something? I can find my way back to the road, are your parents far?" he asked, trying to get a grip on the situation. But the kids were poking through his drawings and suddenly he felt much less their elder. He quickly gathered up whatever paper he could in a rough pile in his arms to keep it away from them. "Yeah, these are doodles, I mean, they're nothing in particular, just doodles, that's all!" Not like he was actually trying and couldn't get anything right or anything . . .

[Voletta Tabias]

Voletta looked over at the fellow Kokiri. She was having a hard time figuring out his age with his high pitched voice. It usually isn't a factor with kokiri, but she had forgotten at the present moment. Switching her focus to the other boy, she sighed of his mention of parents. If kokiri were away from the Sacred Grotto or the area around it, they most likely left alone. She couldn't blame the guy, he probably didn't know. Then, he made a sarcastic remark about his doodles. Voletta scratched her head, feeling a bit bad for calling them doodles. It was just what she was used to calling them all this time.

A pile of uncompleted works of art that have been tossed aside by it's creator due to disappointment and/or anger. I can call them sketches if you'd like. Oh, and my parents are nowhere near here. I could probably say the same for the other boy.

[clow]

“I suppose it is a bit odd, but people seem to be attracted to others…. Plus the forest has a.. Strange energy about it..” Clow lost his trail of thought again, glancing at the area around him and sighing a bit, stretching on the forest floor. He relaxed and cracked small smile on his face as the young man showed concern towards the two of them. It was a bit ignorant, but very sweet all the same. Noticing that the girl was getting a bit more wordy, Clow decided there was no need to really hide anything, best to be honest and all that.

“Well myself I’m kind of always lost, but no need to worry yourself, I don’t really think I’ve ever had much in the way of parents…. I guess not much of a family either…” Clow pondered, never really thinking about the situation. Not wanting to dwell on all such negativity, he went back to analyzing the art, snickering a bit at the artist worry over his pieces. “Now now, don’t be so hard on yourself, I mean it has the technique, and that little spark… but how do I put this… Ya can’t seem to make the spark catch fire, can ya?” The Kokiri questioned, knowing at least a bit about art, hoping his turn of phrase was accurate, trying to keep himself occupied so he didn’t delve to deep into thought.

[Cyrona Rivers]

Oh, great, tips from a child. Cyrona knew what was wrong with his drawings, that was why they were crumpled up. But he wouldn't say anything. He wasn't like that. The kid was entitled an opinion, it just didn't need to be shared. Unless it was for the girl. Still, Cyrona gathered up as many of the drawings as he could without snatching any from them and eventually managed to clean up the mess on the ground. "I'm just having an off day, that's all," he said with as much amusement as he could stuff into a lie.

Actually these were particularly odd children. There weren't any Kokiri where Cyrona came from, though there were stories of perpetually young people. Those were fairy tales, as far as Cyrona was concerned, and the thought never even crossed his mind as he considered them. "It's just . . . well I suppose I was guilty of wandering off into the woods when I was your age, too," Cyrona said, trying to make the best of the situation. "Though I never wandered that far. Your folks must be somewhere not too far, if you wandered out here. A couple hours walk, maybe?"

[Voletta Tabias]

Voletta pondered about this "couple hours walk." The woods were hard to navigate, the Sacred Grove even more difficult to find. Though, she hinted a small smile, acknowledging his care for her and the fellow Kokiri. She was a bit aggravated that he kept calling the two kinds, even though it very much appeared so. Well, Voletta is a kid, really, but she didn't feel that way at all.

I don't have parents to go to.

She remarked bluntly, not wanting to find a way around that would help the boy understand easier. Voletta would rather say it straight and clear to the boy, but she didn't want him to be overwhelmed or anything of the sort. Examining the picture closer for flaws, she saw many minor ones, such as a certain tree was too left or right, or the stream was too big or small. These faults were very slight in the sketch she was looking at.

These are pretty good-lookin' for sketches. What's wrong with them?

[clow]

“Our age huh?” Clow couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. It was all well and good for him to not know much of his race, if anything. Heck if he had been using his enchanted bandana to hide his long hair he wouldn’t have thought anything of it. But it was a bit frustrating that the young artist had yet to really noticed that it would be highly unlikely, if even possible, for a child to have hair like that of Clow’s. He was starting to think the boy a bit dense, but tried his best to be polite all the same.

Glancing at the Kokiri girl, he nodded a bit and chimed in. “As I’ve stated I don’t have any family myself; so the two of us really don’t have anywhere else to be.” He said with a smile pacing a bit as he peaked in at the sketches the girl was viewing, striking up a bit of conversation in response to her questioning of the artist. “Personally it kinda looks like it’s lacking that sprit that makes art truly breathtaking, why, I’m not really sure After all he appears to be rather skilled.” He said peaking over Voletta shoulder, more speaking to her then Cyrona.

[Cyrona Rivers]

It wasn't entirely outside the realm of possibility for a child to have long hair, though it was unusual. Cyrona didn't give it much thought simply because of the extraordinary circumstances already. Two children stumbling across him at pretty much the same time in the middle of a notoriously hard to navigate forest was already out there. Wait, did they say they had not parents, no family to go to? Did that mean they were orphans?

Orphan children lost in the forest maybe?

Neither of them seemed to concerned about being in the middle of the forest, but then children played games all the time. Cyrona was beginning to feel a little nervous. Children lied at times, especially if they didn't want their playtime to end. Was it possible that there were parents waiting for them? Or were they orphans? And why were they so interested in his drawings? In his frustration Cyrona threw what drawings he could collect into the stream and gathered up more. "They're nothing to concern yourselves over, really!" he said, a tad flustered.

Was it right to leave children in the middle of the forest? Leave it to him to wind up in a situation like this. Now they were talking about him like he wasn't there. Finally, that frustration reached a peak and Cyrona stepped over to the two children, grabbed each quickly by the cuff of their respective shirts and/or hood and picked them up just a few inches above the ground. "Okay, hi, I'm Cyrona, nice to meet you. Now, could you kindly stop speaking in riddles and explain, please, why two children are wandering so nonchalantly around the forest?"

[Voletta Tabias]

It's nice to meet you too. Name's Voletta.

Voletta refused to struggle from the boy's grip. Sure, it could get her down back onto the soil, but she didn't weigh that much. Cyrona could possibly have no problem lifting her whatsoever. Besides, her hood would choke her if she struggled too much. Voletta glanced at the boy adjacent to her. He was picked up by the collar, a bit later than she was. She wandered about his reaction, before remembering about the other boy and the question he just asked. Voletta looked back at Cyrona, her eyes appearing somewhat amused.

I have no destination in mind. This is just where I happened to end up.

[clow]

Clow wasn’t sure how to feel. After all, the boy was truly concerned. But at this point the kokiri wondered if he were to be more up front, if he would even be believed. The human didn’t seem at all accustomed with his race. Being twice his age, and yet appearing as he did might be hard to sell, and he had to admit, playing this game was a bit entertaining, though perhaps it was too unkind. Though in all fairness, Clow hasn’t yet been dishonest, just a bit vague.

Althougt Clow wasn’t expecting for things to get so physical. He kicked his feet a bit idly in the air, glancing over at Voletta and shot her a smirk and gave a slight shrug. “And I am Clow Arlekser, a pleasure, I’m very sorry to have upset you mister Cyona, you ask a somewhat… complex question, though I guess the easiest answer, is we’ve lived in the forest, so this is similar to home” Clow snickerd a bit with a light smile, soon after looking Cyona dead in the eye, a glare not at all like a childs. “Now would you kindly place us down?”

[Cyrona Rivers]

Cyrona looked from one kid to the other. Neither seemed particularly phased by the sudden elevation, and both kept up that demeanor of wisdom and riddles that was starting to get on his nerves. Kids weren't supposed to act like this, were they? He sighed. Admittedly his own life had been rather sheltered since his village was so small. He'd heard all sorts of tales but was in no way worldly, and it was probably showing now. Two children knew their way around better than he did. Impressive, wasn't he? No wonder Anetta had run off with that knight. No doubt he had all sorts of adventures across Hyrule to make himself sound so impressive.

And truth be told he probably was, but Cyrona didn't want to admit that.

He let go of both collars since the children were only a few inches above the ground and in no dire threat. He turned around and started to gather up his stuff. It was starting to become clear to him. He wasn't at all worldly, he needed experiences. He needed to keep moving if he was going to find his muse. Even that had fled him. Or maybe it was guiding him? It was hard to tell from one fleeting glance. He dare not explain it to anyone lest they consider him insane for leaving on such a whim. He gathered up his stuff and shoved it all hastily into his pack. "Well I hope you both find your way. I . . . well I'm still searching for mine, if you don't mind." He scanned the edge of the clearing and tried to decide which way to go from there.

[Voletta Tabias]

Voletta was let go, allowing her to descend onto the cold grass. Due to the sudden drop, she landed unsteadily, stumbling a bit before falling to the ground. To lazy to stand, she simply sat up, watching the young man stuff the remaining papers into him bag. Did she and the boy upset him enough to drive him away? Well, if that were the case, then so be it. Cyrona probably has better things to do. More people to meet. He needs more experience with the world. She just hoped he wouldn't panic if he manages to get himself in a fight or becomes hopelessly lost in some desert or forest.

I do not wish to find a "way," but thank you. I hope you find yours.

[clow]

(I’m very sorry for taking so bloody long, I was sort of drag away to my mothers, it caused… complications… Still very sorry, the only thing that makes me feel not quite so bad is it seems everyone’s slowed a bit… Anyhow)

The boy glanced back at the two gusted he had just come across in this somewhat strange forest during this odd night of random chance. It seemed their meeting was about to come to an end, perhaps a bit suddenly. And though it was interesting meeting another child of the forest, especially one as unique as Voletta, Clow couldn’t seem to get his mind off Cyrona. In his mind he was simply applying good nature teasing to the young artist. It was all in good fun, no real harm intended. And yet he felt he left this young artist worse off than before they had met this night.

Such a thought made Clow a bit sick in all honesty. To drive an artist futher from his muse seemed like such a serious crime through the Kokiri’s eyes. Along that, but he really had nothing better to do. Now place to be, no dates to keep, Clow felt he should at least try to assist the, as it seemed to him, somewhat troubled youth. He wouldn’t halt the man’s progress, but he would make a small plea of sorts. “Well I suppose if you feel you must go… Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you?” The boy asked a bit shyly, not knowing a more fitting way to ask.