Thread: Starcrossed in Hyrule (MarioxGunner)

Only a couple hours ago she might have thought his bragging annoying. Well it was just a little. At the same time it was almost adorable that he puffed out his chest in pride as she complimented his cooking. Men often had fairly frail egos and she was sure her temper and loose tongue had bruised his as soundly as his body was bruised. He even accepted her apology at taking his kill. Kira was sure this was a different Zora that snapped orders and tossed her to the ground like week old garbage. With some luck perhaps they could find the Lynel's corpse. With extreme luck the corpse might make it to them in the river. She managed to get the bits of fish off of her but the oil was just a mess. While delicious she didn't think she could eat fish like this too often if she was going to make a mess with it. Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed Piran shuffling around. She looked up from her failing task of trying to get clean and met with a set of red eyes. It was his turn to be caught and stumbling all of a sudden. What really caught her off guard was the sudden redness to his face. Was he...sick? He managed to regroup himself and offer out a bit of the flag he had scavenged to help clean herself up. Maybe she had done something wrong? Something offensive to the Zora culture. Sorry, she said with an apologetic grin. Kira reached over and took the bit of cloth he had ripped out for her. Her oil slick fingers brushing his as she took the rag. Turning herself a little to, hopefully, end whatever faux pas she had caused. Surprisingly he took a little while to get up most of the oil. It certainly wasn't perfect. Some soap would have been far more helpful. Worse yet she wasn't going to smell like roasted fish. Cleaned up as best as she could she turned back to Piran and his red face. She didn't know much of anything about Zoras. You know...I...it's getting late. Kira reached up with a stretch and an exaggerated yawn. It's been a long day...maybe we should get some sleep. Lots to do tomorrow you know. Climbing...village... Kira tossed a couple more branches onto the fire so it would burn into the night. She didn't know how Zoras preferred to sleep but Hylians and Sheikahs needed a bit more warmth. Goodnight Piran, she said with a quick smile for him before laying on her side, back facing him to sleep. Sleep, however, was difficult to come by. She lay awake for a time considering this strange new companion of hers. When one thought about it they really were two Keese in a flock. A little brash and rude at times, skilled fighters...but there was a little more to them that they had each managed to discover a bit of. It was strange and yet it was pleasant. A sort of warmth in the gut. A warmth she hadn't felt in a few years. A warmth she couldn't really trust. Piran certainly couldn't be Yiga...but still....she fished for a reason to not trust Piran, no pun intended, but couldn't come up with anything really. Kira managed to fall asleep well past midnight. Sometime in her sleep she had rolled over onto her back, sleeping with her arms and legs outspread, one arm draped over her eyes. She snored gently as the sun rose. The moment it shined light on their camp she was up in a flash. Her body gave a painful throb at the sudden movement but dampened to a small ache. Kira rubbed her eyes with a yawn. The fire was out and cold. Slowly she got to her feet and stretched her back. She actually felt a little better than she expected. Her shoulder still dark but right on the back a clear imprint of a hoof. Looking over she caught sight of Piran. Her confusion towards him in the night still unresolved. For the time being she knew she owed him a bit more than some apples. She moved over and crouched near him. Hey...hey Piran...time to wake up, she said gently as she prodded his shoulder.