All for that bottle of milk! [Open]

Everyone!

Mother leaving for the desert, Elysia leaned back into the wooden wagon's wall. Today, she would not be manning the front with the caravan leader. Her job was to make sure every inch of bottle liquid did not break. So far, the journey had gone off without a hitch. Closing her eyes, she listened tot he rickety wheels roll over the barren path.

Soon, she knew that would be replaced by cobblestone as they came into the innards of the Castle Town in Hyrule. A childhood filled of regret, she pushed the feeling behind her. The hybrid child leaned in forward, trying to not think of it. But for the fact her mother needed to be there, it did not help her mother's race was feared a good deal of the time.

A bottle of milk rolled out in front of her slowly, it going bak and forth in front of her. The swaying of the wagon was normal. Picking herself up, her red cloak falling over her body, She pushed it back up until she felt a large halt in front of her. Elysia sighed as she noticed the rest of the bottles moving in motion. “Hell, how am I going to stop this! Meeeh!” She cried out before feeling her body give out and laying out in frotn of the bottles. When the ordeal was over, Elysia held that damn, dinky bottle of milk in her hands as she was buried under a myriad of cartons and bottles above her. Sure, her chin might hurt, but the hybrid had done her job! Success!

However, moving was not so easy. Maybe if she just stayed where she was someone would notice. The cavarvan leader announced that they would be stopping for the night. Elysia hit her head on the bottom of the wagon, her vision seeing nothing but pitch black. A growl erupted from below her.

“Of all times....” She kissed into the wood. “Milk I blame you...”

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"Now what to do?" Allevy asked himself. It was always the critical question after all. Here he was minding his own business as usual when a caravan made its way into town. Allevy enjoyed caravans, they often brought some new and exotic goods that he normally wouldn't be able to obtain. The thought of stealing them had occurred to Allevy before, but unfortunately caravans tended to be significantly harder to steal from than your average shop. Because of the traveling nature, caravans tended to hire mercenaries as guards, and the ones they hired were far more competent than the vast majority of the clumsy oafs the royal family hired as guards. 

That was that and this is this though. This caravan didn't have any notable security, and the potential loot had almost literally presented itself to him. Milk, and lot of it. While Allevy was as avid a drinker as some of the other people he knew, he enjoyed it from time to time, and a bottle of it now actually sounded pretty good. He had watched as the pile of milk toppled over some pink haired woman, so it would have been pretty difficult for her to do anything about Allevy helping himself to a bottle or two. The way he saw it, he had a few choices. Leave it and say this wasn't his business, take a bottle or two then leave, or... Allevy frowned at the thought. Help tidy up and get that lady out of there. He didn't like the idea of doing charity work, but it was an option he also had to consider for the sake of balancing the choices out. He quickly ruled out the leave without doing anything option as that was boring. That left two, the perfect number for the Goddess to decide.

Allevy reached into his pocket, pulling out a shiny but worn looking old coin that he had picked up one day and simply never spent or gave away. He considered it his lucky coin, and it served him fairly faithfully in the game of chance. "Royal up, I take a couple and leave. Crest up, I... Urgh. Help." He said to himself as he flipped the coin, snatching it deftly out of the air. He looked at the result and frowned. "...That one didn't count." He said to himself before flipping it again, this time higher than before and snatching it out of the air once more. 

"...Best two out of three." He said, discounting the first one before flipping the coin one last time as high as he could, catching it again and looking at the result once more, though he didn't know why he bothered since he could tell from touch what it was. "...Crest up again. Screw this, I'm leaving." He muttered before stuffing the coin back into his pocket and turning around to leave. No sooner did he turn though, a young blonde haired boy stood in front of him with a disapproving look on his face. 

"...Oh FINE! Goddess', making me work this damned hard for nothing. If it makes ya happy, fine." Allevy ruffled his own hair irately, turning around. He walked over to the pile of milk, seeing a little bit of the red cloak the lady had been wearing poking out of the pile. Allevy grabbed it and gave it a couple tugs.

"Oi. Sleep here and you're either gonna find all your goods missing or catch one hell of a cold."  

''Cara cara cara vanny panny staaaaandy!'' she sing-songed, as people had gone to the edge of town to see a caravan pull in. These homeless people had nothing better to do then that, did they? Nope! The girl moved her long hair back and forth, humming as she tapped her chin. Should she go? She didn't want to just yet! So the manic girl just decided to climb up a building instead. She would jump in instead! The girl gauged the building next to it, and then jumped onto it, making her way to the outskirts. Seeing a bunch of people, the little terrorist spy girl thing gauged her chances, like she did with the building. Yup, she had a good chance; so she took a running start. ''WATCH OUT BELOOOOOOOW.'' She yelled out, as her body flew in the air. There was a grin on her lips, showing off pearly whites. The girl's short shotrts, high stockings, and bra top was pretty much letting people see a lot. Her boods weren't heeled, but they were high too, as she saw one poor guy in the way of her impromptu bombing. Landing on him, she rolled, and ended up on her feet, letting out a self-satisfied grin. Yup, she was a happy little manic, as she had successfully did what she set out to do. Her hips shook as she did a victory dance, before she stopped, looking around. Apart from the guy she landed and rolled off of, there was a purple haired male, and then a white haired one helping a red cloak out from under the pile of bottles. ''Oh damn, did my arrival cause a bunch of stuff to fall?'' she said, before laughing heartily. She didn't think it really did, as she hopped on over, her fine behind swaying, along with the two aquamarine braids. Her strangely captive red eyes were like a fiery pit of feeling, as she just grabbed a few bottles and boxes, and moved them around. She didn't break anything of course, but she was doing it pretty fast. After all, chemical flasks for bombs were just, if not more, sensitive. The girl was humming as she helped the white haired male, her body swaying with an internal rythmn. Nobody would understand just exactly what was wrong with this girl, as she stopped, before looking at the guy that was standing like a lost bird. ''Hey! Dude! Come help instead of plotting something like a sneaky sneaky snake! Come on, come on!'' she said, before she actually left the area, and then pushed at him to come into the caravan to help. The caravan people were probably surprised, but the girl didn't really care. After all, she wasn't really even concerned for the poor person trapped under that milk; she just thought it was something to tide her boredom over. Well at least until she found something better to do. Which should be soonish, right? Right, she didn't want to like.. idk. Do boring stuff. Oh, right milk. Words; 0509 Notes; A note here. Color is SLATEBLUE Tags; tags are @ username Credits; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style!