A busy place, Khephra only! Others shall be poked! >=)

The islands were busy, bustling with all kinds of people who wanted to buy or sell a whole range of items. Nothing hanging up for sale caught Ly’s attention as she walked through the stalls.

Though an overcrowded market-place was a great place for a normal person to blend in and not be noticed, Lyamilana wasn’t exactly the best kind of ‘normal person’. Being much taller than usual, her entire head stuck over the otherwise unpretentious sea of heads.

So much for remaining unseen…

She shook off some merchant who wanted to sell her suspicious looking jars and weaved her way through a group of bards who looked quite tattered.

At least I won’t bump into someone like Atropos here

Ly smirked smugly. She could not imagine the great big goron trying to fit in with this lot.

Khephra worked his way through the crowd with a sense of mild amusement. The shifting masses all walked straight faced, emotionless... so badly that he was tempted to pull faces as they passed.

How does one give life to the living? The shopkeepers scream and the buyers yell, but neither are here to watch. They crave purpose.

He drew a dagger and span it lazily between his fingers. The metal glinted dully in the harsh sunlight.

A woman caught his eye...

...without warning, the blade slipped from his grasp. Drops of scarlet blood slid across the palm of his hand.

...

...that never happens.

Who is she?

She gave the crowd a sweeping glance, observing the different types of people in the marketplace.

Looking around again, someone caught her eye. A tanned man who was spinning a dagger.

Why does he...

I don't recall meeting him...

Maybe he's from...

No... I'd remember if he was...

Wait... he's...

A Sheikah.

I'm certain. He's one of my people.

She decided to discreetly make her way towards him, to at least observe him, when he looked at her. She immediately averted her gaze, a short distance to his left, pretending she had been staring at the stall near him.

Is he still looking at me? Does he know I'm a Sheikah too...?

She dared to look at him again and noticed his palm bleeding.

Oh dear... blade slip?

She smiled faintly is slight amusement as she remembered the days of her training when she did the same to herself.

Wonder if he's okay...?

"Hey, Sheikah! You alright there?" she called out as she cut through the crowd towards him.

Khephra's eyes wandered from his bleeding palm to the woman's tall figure. He grinned sheepishly.

Ah... the only thing worse then letting the blade slip is being caught doing it.

Hmmm... and by the looks of her, a fellow Sheikah? *That's* worse

He smiled politely and wiped the blood off against his pants, "It's nothing."

Khephra eyed her casually, "However, you might be a different matter..."

"You look capable of... infliction - if you will."

Crouching down to retrieve the dagger, he paused - tracing the edge idly with a finger.

"Not always a bad thing I must say - but it can come back to bite you aye?"

Khephra sheathed the blade.

"But before I let myself forget, my name is Khephra. And right now, I'm curious to know yours."

Ly’s lips twitched into a smirk.

Infliction…

Sounds interesting, but I’m not in the mood to ponder over it…

”Khephra?” she asked and then nodded, ”I’m Ly.”

She looked at him for a while before she could no longer contain her question.

”Are you a Sheikah?” she queried.

I’m certain he is, but there’s always that satisfaction of being told you’re right…

She looked at him carefully again.

I’m sure I haven’t met him somewhere before…? I feel some kind of… tie… to him…

Watching the blood on his hand drip, she smiled gently.

”Does that not hurt you?” she questioned, ”That’s quite an amount of blood there…”

Or are you strong enough to bear the pain…?

Khephra grimaced poetically, "Ah you see - it is more that I am in such great throes of pain that my jaw is almost locked and I find it immensley difficult to yell obscenities in a deep, manly voice. So instead, I shall wince."

"Ouch."

He sort of half jumped and half fell, but landed in a steep crouch that was all to his intentions.

I could probably use a bandage about now... but ripping my shirt in front of this darling stranger just wouldn't seem cultured would it?
Well - I could rip *her* shirt... but she's not exactly the type to take that lightly methinks.
No. I guess not... ah well.

"You wouldn't have a little spare fabric would you? Ah - wait..."

He unwound a leather strap around his ankle and tore some material from the tattered end of his long pants. Binding it across his palm with the strap, Khephra managed to cringe and laugh at the same time.

"There we are. A little vain I know, but it'll do."

Didn't she mention something before... I thought she asked if,
Ah! Yes she did.

He eased himself upwards into a semi-hunched pose and looked at the colour of his skin.

"I am Sheikah, if that means anything to you. Perhaps it does? You look of resembalance yourself."

Ly watched him curiously.

His antics are strange... I thought I wasn't a proper Sheikah; all wise and pensive, but if it's possible, this guy's even worse than me. That is; if he is a Sheikah...

"I don't have-" she was about to reply to his request for fabric, but he cut her off and tied a bandage for his arm with the material of his pants.

He's strange... Sheikah or not...

She nodded slightly when he told her that he was a Sheikah.

"Thought so..." she said, "You seemed vaguely familiar somehow... must have been the Sheikah character in you...

Whatever little there is... there's obviously not much, at least not appearance and behaviour-wise...

She paused and frowned.

Since when have I been so critical of random people on the streets?

"Khephra..." she repeated the name, trying to see if it held any memories to it.

She shook her head, "Nup. I don't believe we've met before... funny though, for I always thought Veracias to be a small place... that is... assuming you're from the village..."

I'm talking quite a lot today...

"Perhaps one of my sisters know you...?" she muttered.

She wasn't exactly talking to Khephra, but he was there and she didn't exactly care whether or not he heard her.

"For your sake, I'd hope it wouldn't be Ganazia, the whore," she continued to speak in an undertone.

She stopped and shook her head, "Ah, ignore me. I have many things on my mind at the moment. Which is quite odd because I didn't have much on my mind until I began to talk to you..."

She shrugged, "Maybe I'm trying to link things that aren't related..."

((OOC: LINK! hehe. sorry. i haven't exclaimed that in a while))

"Well..." Khephra pondered for a moment,

"I'm not exactly new here, but faces are just faces aye? I might've met the woman you mention, but who's to know whom faces belong to?"

He idled, still thinking over what Ly had said, "A whore you say? Well the name doesn't jab at my mind... I'll say hello if I see her though." Khephra smirked at the thought.

A Sheikah that despises her sister... could be worth listening to. Besides, the Sheikah aren't all too common these days of late.

He paused, ceasing his erratic movement to stare at Ly, "So - woman with many things on your mind - why haven't I heard of you before? Or have I?..."

"...you're not another one of those shy sorts now are you? No reason in that methinks."

Khephra grinned spontaneously, "Or am I just scaring you?"

Ly grinned at Khephra’s words.

He has wit, I must say…

A smile of amusement came to her face at the way he addressed her and she shrugged, ”Perhaps you have heard of me… but I wouldn’t be surprised if you hadn’t. I’m not shy, I just don’t generally talk to people when it isn’t necessary…”

She smiled again, slightly bemused, ”A few years in the desert with Gerudos tends to do that to your social skills…”

”Hmm… I just realised,” she said, ”You’re the first Sheikah I’ve met in quite a while…”

She scowled, ”If you don’t count Ganazia.”

Just then a merchant bumped into her and proceeded to attempt to sell her something. Giving him a threatening glare, she pointed at her cloth choker with the symbol of power on it, indicating she was the Goddess of it and if he didn’t leave her alone, she would do something Godly and cause him grief. ((OOC: yah, I know, randomness)) The merchant blanched and ran for it.

”…” she gazed boredly after the man before looking back at Khephra.

”Mortals…” she muttered, ”Don’t you agree… God of Wisdom?”

She smirked mentally.

I hope he wasn’t trying to conceal that from me…

She could sense the energy emanating from him and was able to relate things quickly in her mind. Of course, such was the way of the Sheikah. (wink, wink)

So she really is of Sheikah blood... blood of godly worth,
...hmm, interesting that we should cross fate here, I wonder

Khephra eyed her cautiously, "The Goddess of Power then. You had that aura about you, for sure..."

"Tell me Goddess of power... Ly, if I may. What does mortal mean to you? A status, a curse... a blessing perhaps? We may watch over these people, it is true - but who cannot say that it is their actions that truely decide ours. Mortal or not, they wield power of a different kind to yours."

He knew he was stepping beyond his bounds, but he felt that all manner of progress required some sacrifice. If it was his standing with her, so be it.

Yet, I cannot bring myself to truly hold her in any form of disdain. We all have our curiousities, myself included. I'm just yet to understand her reasoning.

Khephra shifted uneasily. He felt out of place, idly talking to a goddess amongst the busy crowd. His eyes scanned the sea of faces for some sign of recognition.

Lost...

Distracting his anxiety, he focused his attention on Ly... almost beyond her physical form to the soul, her psyche.

Khephra opened his hands towards her warmly as a gesture of submission... without thinking to hide the blood that dribbled lazily over his palm. "I hope I don't offend you, but surely this isn't the place to talk, not with matters like ours. A place of comfort perhaps? Somewhere you know? I could offer you stay in my temple, yet... no, I'm intruiged by you. I wish to learn more, and 'tis better to do so when you are comfortable."

He smiled vainly, hoping he hadn't broken her trust, "Would you mind? The people here are so... everywhere. I can't begin to percieve you properly with all this distraction."

”Mortals,” Ly spoke, after several moments of observing the god, ”Mortal means nothing more to me than a status.”

As she listened to him, she smiled. She knew better than to argue the words of a God of Wisdom, but she found herself not even disagreeing, for once. This was possibly the first god she had met that she hadn’t almost immediately launched into an argument with.

She thought for a while and then she laughed.

”I do not disagree with you at that, Khephra,” she said, nodding slowly, ”But one such as myself can only hope that they do not find out about their power too soon… for I’d hate to be bested.”

Smiling again, she added, ”But… these people are so god-fearing… as you can tell from that merchant that had decided to annoy me before. I doubt that they would be willing to take advantage of their… power… so to speak.”

The thought of not being more powerful than a ‘simple’ mortal disturbed her slightly, but she did not let it show, and shook it off, reminding herself that their power was only different to hers, that did not necessarily mean it was greater than hers…

Chuckling at her moment’s foolishness, she heard his last two comments. She looked at him, as if she was determining whether or not she could trust him and then nodded.

”We could always go to my temple if you wanted to,” she offered, reaching out her hand slighlty, ”I could teleport us there. Much easier than walking.”

He nodded, "Agreed, your temple sounds best."

And anyway - I should like to learn of it, explore the matters about it and indulge in such fine wit. It's been far too long from a good conversation...

Talented though they are, mortals lack a sense of perspective sometimes. There is only so one can see when you are bound to death. A pity, pehaps.

Khephra shifted uneasily. Although anxious to move, teleporting had been a foreign concept until this point. He often took travel on foot, but as things were, it was an opportunity to try something different.

I might even end up learning it myself with time,

"Alright. I haven't the faintest clue how one manages this, so you'll have to guide my step I fear."

Khephra smiled boldly, "Whenever you're ready."

She grinned, "It's not difficult, trust me."

She looked around, "These people might get a bit startled, however... but it doesn't matter too much."

Touching his hand with hers, she teleported them both to her temple.

((OOC: short post, blah blah, i'll start one in my temple))