PSL: The River Rat and the Prince

[garmayzaya]

She was sitting under a willow, adjusting the straps on her pack for the sixth time in as many minutes. The sun would be setting soon and that meant she'd need to head into town. This particular slip of a village didn't offer much, but Garmay wasn't too picky when it came to where she slept.

It was what she ate that was more of a problem.

As she was considering her options, she heard it: Footsteps. Looking up, she spotted a lone figure moving down the road in her direction.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was her meal ticket.

Quickly, Garmay was on her feet. Carefully, she fluffed her hair over her ears, smoothing down the front of her dress to look respectable. She fished in her pocket for the wooden pan pipes her brother had given her the last time they spoke. That felt like a lifetime ago, but the pipes were still in tune and Garmay still knew all the songs. "Coins for a song, Mister," she said, careful to keep her Sarian accent in check before she started to play a spritely melody.

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[conor-in-pants.livejournal.com]

Conor was very much in his own world. He was rarely left to his own these days, with Fergus still convinced he needed looking after. How exactly was he supposed to suddenly mature and lead, when he spent half his days calculating how to evade Fergus and the others? Conor could make decisions on his own. He could walk on his own, his legs still worked and well at that.

Rummaging around in his mind, he was engrossed enough in his own plotting that he might have walked right by the girl, if she hadn’t spoken.

“That’s not necessary,” he replied, even as she began to play. The tune was pleasant, if unfamiliar.

[garmayzaya.livejournal.com]

Garmay was determined to get her coins. And as with everything she did, she only redoubled her efforts the moment she was rebuffed. The tune got richer and quicker and with her, her feet began to move. It wasn't a dance. Not exactly. But the fluid movements became a part of the song. Folks said that music was something of a religious experience for Hylians. Garmany had Hylian blood enough to bewitch her songs.

At least, that's what she told herself.

When the plan failed, she blamed it on the other half of her blood. But she hadn't failed just yet.

Prancing around the stranger, she turned her face up to the sky, sending her song to the heavens. Out of the corner of her eye, though, she watched the stranger, trying to reason what he'd do next.