Ziil had never been here before, but Einna had said something once about there being nice farmers and curative milk. It had seemed like a good enough place to hide and recover. Upon arrival, she’d found it empty. It made sense, though – those farmers probably had other things to worry about now. That, or they’d been eaten. She shivered at the thought. The barn had been left wide open, though. It wasn’t the best shelter, but it was better than nothing.
Her companion needed a rest and she needed some time to think. The companion in question, a knight that had very narrowly escaped the castle massacre, was asleep now just a little ways away from her. Ziil wasn’t sure what his name was. She knew that he was a Leonhardt, but that didn’t help much. They were just about identical. This one stood out because he was a guy, but even so, he looked just like the queen. That used to be funny, but now it just inspired an uncomfortable sinking feeling. The king and queen were, after all, long gone.
He was hurt, but he’d be okay. She hoped he would be, anyway. Ziil was many things, but…not a medic. Not by a long shot. But he’d walked here himself, so that was something. A good thing too – she made an alright crutch, but he couldn’t have carried him, and she didn’t think she’d have been able to leave him there either. Enough people were dead as it was, and as independent as she liked to remind people that she was, the idea of being alone in Hyrule right now did terrify her. Besides, someone had to help her find Einna. She paused for a second, surprised at her own selfishness. The knight was a Leonhardt, and so he’d certainly just lost a good portion of his family. Had she really just put so much effort into helping him because she needed help finding Einna?
No, she decided after another moment. That had been one reason, yeah, but not the only one. And besides, he probably had someone to find too. Everyone did now. With any luck, they were all together. Einna had been with Laurel the last time anybody had seen either of them, and while she’d have assumed the worst with any other pair, they were two of the most capable people Ziil knew. That and she really couldn’t handle any more bad news, so she’d think whatever she had to right now if it made her feel even a little bit better.
Post by RICARD LEONHARDT on Jan 10, 2014 2:17:30 GMT
Pain was the first thing he remembered.
Pain sucked.
As consciousness swam back into his form, Ricard let out a soft groan. You know that feeling when you wake up after a work out and everything is sort of groggy, and really sore? Imagine that, but much, much worse. Like coming too after being knocked unconscious by being hit by a car. His eyes slowly opened as he tried to sit up and instantly regretted his decision, slumping against a nearby wooden wall. He looked around lazily, perfectly content with not moving too much and adding to the painful soreness that seeped through him. It was dark; Probably night. That or his eyes just hadn't adjusted to the dimness of the barn yet. It took him a moment to realize, yes, they were in fact inside a barn. And there was in fact someone else there with him.
Right. Ziil. The little, odd girl who seemed to follow Einnashe around all the time. She could almost pass for Einnashe's younger sister for how much they were around each other, even though they looked nothing alike; Both of them were odd in their own way, but Ziil was clearly the oddity of the two of them. And that was saying something, considering Einnashe was a Sheikah. Of all the people he thought he'd end up stuck out in god knows where with, Ziil was not one of them. But she had helped him hobble out of the castle-
Oh Goddesses above, the castle.
Ricard's head thumped against the wood behind him as he leaned back and shut his eyes with a groan. It was all a blur, to be quite honest. One minute he'd been doing his rounds, like every other day before. The next there had been monsters everywhere. Redead, Goblins, hell he didn't even know what most of the things that had just appeared out of nowhere were called. He'd barely made it out alive: The same couldn't be said for most everyone else. His friends, his fellow knights, his family. All of them were probably dead. A lot of them he saw die personally. And here he was, wounded and scarred without anything to show for it. He hadn't saved any of them; Not a single person. He couldn't even make it out on his own; If Ziil hadn't shown up he probably would have died with the rest of them. Grief and guilt swelled up, leaving a hard knot in his throat before he shook his head.
No time to mourn. That would come later. If he stopped to mourn now, he'd fall apart. And in the condition he was in, he didn't have that luxury.
"What's it like outside?"
He launched the question at the small teenager sitting across from him. No "Thanks for Saving Me", no "How're you holding up?", not even a "You should get some sleep." Efficiency was what he needed right now; The rest could all come later. Maybe.
On some level, Ziil appreciated his bluntness. She was doing her best to avoid accepting the situation for what it was, at least for now. There would be time to be upset, but it couldn’t come before they’d managed to find someplace relatively stable to hide. Stable and…much, much more crowded. They were sitting ducks right now. An injured knight and a small Twili weren’t going to be able to do much against the sorts of monsters that they’d seen back at the castle. What if they somehow made it over here…?
Now that the thought was in her head, it wouldn’t leave. She sat there, legs pulled up to her chest, her big orange eyes glued to the ground. There was enough hay here to feed twenty horses. If only the owners of this place had left a pair of them behind – it would have made their journey that much easier. Or…maybe they wouldn’t have needed a pair of horses. One would do. They were huge, frightening things, and while she could deal with them some days, she had no interest in trying to steer one no matter how dire the situation.
“Not so good.” She admitted. “I think we’re safe here, though.”
He really was a mess. She had nothing particularly encouraging to say, but it felt wrong to just sit there. When he was ready, she’d show him the little pamphlet she’d found while he slept and tell him what she thought they ought to be doing. For now…he needed both rest and company whether he knew it or not. “Are you okay?” She asked. “You should probably rest a little more.”
Post by RICARD LEONHARDT on Feb 2, 2014 3:41:48 GMT
"I'm fine."
Even Ricard knew that was some ol' bullshit, but he couldn't exactly say "No, I got the shit kicked out of me and I feel like crap." If nothing else his pride wouldn't allow it; Even if it was absolutely true. The doofus was even silly enough to try to right himself an and at least straighten up without the support of the wall. He winced noticeably, needles of pain digging into his torso as his wounds firmly protested against his bravado. His entire form cringed at the pain, but it didn't deter him. He straightened up, staring at the young Twili and trying his damnedest not to seem half as bad off as he was. He wasn't doing a great job.
"I'll rest later."
Later, when? Where the hell are you going to go take a nap?
If his own psyche was criticizing him he mustn't have seemed very convincing. Time to change the subject and avoid all self-reflection that might indicate he was being an idiot!
"...Where are we? Lon-Lon?"
Where else they could be? The ranch was close to the castle, close enough for the tiny twili to support his weight too, but far enough that things from the castle might not have chased them. Not to mention he vaguely remembered heading in that direction, but it was all a daze and he may have been wrong. The only problem with the theory was that he hoped people might have been there, and given that present company was just himself and Ziil, it seems the owners of the ranch weren't there. Hopefully for completely peaceful, not at all monster infestation related issues.
But probably not.
Speaking of his young companion, she didn't seem to be in great shape either. She didn't really look wounded per say, but rather visibly distressed. Hard to blame her; It'd be insanely creepy if she wasn't shaken up by what happened. Even if she was an odd little thing as is (Ricard had never been a fan of Twili. Or anything not Hylian or Human, really), she was still a teenager. Not to mention a citizen of Hyrule, which made her his responsibility. Ironic, considering she had done most of the saving and taking care of so far. That thought alone encouraged the worst human emotion; A feeling of inadequacy. God damn, he was just nothing but a whirlwind of negative emotional bullshit right now. Better take his mind off it by changing the subject again!
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