Blank shrugged, wondering what all of the premonitions could mean. Perhaps they were just odd nightmares? No, they were too strange... and the accompaniment of the glowing of Tayro's family stone did little to satisfy that notion. "It's nothing I've ever encountered, this situation." He tried to picture the dreams, setting images of lightning, the sea, and a mangled ship crashing through the waves of a storm. He shuddered, wondering if the seas had been like this on his voyage to Hyrule. He had not seen the water. He had been unconscious.

"If the first dream hasn't come back to haunt you yet, this one might not, either. In this Kingdom, though, these things are commonplace. If the stone is cursed, which it may very well be, do you know why your parents would pass it down to you? I'm not sure but... I think I smell an adventure." Blank's nose - or rather, his inner senses - had never guessed wrong.

The boy sighed.
Even he doesn't know... what should I do now?
The boy threw his stone up, whom now lacked the light that had painted the room blue, and catching it in mid-air.
Relieved by the fact of perhaps not having to repeat this dreaded nightmare, the boy sighed, as the scene was surely not preety. It was horrible, and he surely didn't want to repeat this once again.
Hearing the nomad's question, the boy observed the moon up in the sky, a familiar feeling starting to consume him once again.
"I... I never met my parents."- his voice now sounding gloomy -"I have no idea who they were, what they looked like, nothing. I don't know anything about them, and this"- the boy said, picking up the mysterious rock-"is all I have to remember them. You could say it's all that links me to them. A memento. All I ever recall is the orphanage I lived in until a short time ago."

Not wanting this sad feeling all around the place, the boy shoved off the unhappiness in the room with an excited and cheerful sentence.
"Well, an adventure, you say? Great! I can't wait!"
The hylian, noticing how silly his phrase was, started to laugh outwards, managing to free himself from all the sorrow.
In Hyrule, these things are commonplace? That must mean he also must've had many adventures and bad experiences as well.

Blank knew that Tayro had been living in an orphanage until recently, but he had not realized that the boy's parents had never been met by the son. His jaw dropped slightly, and he felt his own heartbeat speed up. A pang of his own sorrow caught up to him, and he now felt that he and Tayro had more in common than race alone. "Tayro... it seems that we have it the same. I... never knew my parents, either. I would say you had it better, though, due to growing up in an orphanage, but these nightmares do little to back that up."

The earthen-eyed Hylian frowned, disturbed by the young scholar's plight. A memento to remind him of his lost childhood, one without guiding figures - parents. Blank was glad that he did not own one; he did not want to feel the constant memories of his life rushing by. Such thoughts pulled on his heartstrings like a professional archer pulling on a bowstring. Far too tight for Blank's interest.

"Well, I don't know what else to say. Like I said, in Hyrule these things happen a lot, and the only way to solve it is to unearth the problem and get rid of it. And in this kingdom, for people like us, that means one of two things: Go out on an adventure, or sit around and let some unseen evil devour you slowly. Preferable the former; the latter would be... unfortunate. So! What will you do?"

Tayro was shocked. Instintively, he quickly put his hands over his mouth, to try to render his astonishment less noticeable, at what he failed miserably.
The boy, obviously quite disturbed, express something, some words to lighten the red-haired hylian's burden. Having such a past is not a nice sight at all. Being without a parent's love... he knew very well what that was. He still had the aides at the Orphanage and all his friends, but what about him...?
"Blank...I..."
Are you an idiot or something? What are you trying to do? It's all for the best if you leave him be, and you know that preety well! I know I have to correct my mistake. Besides... we're all better off without having to exploit such a thing...
Trying to lighten the quite heavy mood that had settled in the room, the boy answered to Blank's question.
"That's hardly a question, you know! I'm going on an adventure, and find out the meaning of these dreams and the stone's powers!" - he said, quite glad and excited.

Blank did not feel phased by the darker setting that Tayro had unintentionally created. He had grown apart from his past, learning to accept his new life in Hyrule and scorning his life in Calatia. The fact that Tayro had been raised by kindly orphanage employees, whereas he had grown up in a tribe of violent, bloodthirsty Moblins, did not bother him. In essence, life was not about the past. True, the past held great leverage as a factor in the outcome of one's life, but the way one lives their life is what truly shapes their destiny. Blank did not feel bound to his early life of crime.

He perked up when hearing Tayro confirm the notion of a wild, and dare he think it, zany adventure. His awkward smile became a full grin, and he hopped up off the bed, folding his arms and leaning back, stretching. It was very late - or early - and the Hylian had not had enough sleep by this point. Still managing to maintain his vertical posture, he inquired a simple question. "Need any help?"

"Thanks, but I really don't know where to start..."-he said, a grin forming in his face.
Extendinghis arms upwards, the boy yawned, making it clear what needed to be done next.
"Actually, I know where to start."-he implies, as he yawned again.
"I better get some sleep or I'll be a total wreck later. You should too."-he said, noticing the nomad's quite apparent exhaustion.
The moon had left the shady skies, and a light was starting to form. The sun started to rise from his slumber, welcoming all forms of life in Hyrule.
"Blank..."-the boy said-"thanks for hearing me out."
He lied down in his bed, remembering every bit of this quite fantastic night.
Better get some sleep now. I know feel something exciting will happen tomorrow!

OOC: Next part, A Tale of Dreamers shall come soon! Stay alert!

Blank grinned, and it was a somewhat mischievous smile. Although, there was no mischief here. Perhaps Blank just felt like a poorly-behaved child being sent to bed. He had never experienced that before, but he was sure it was similar. Still, he could not deny his fatigue, and so he nodded and stepped towards the door. He opened it, yawning, his eyes closing in the process as he walked on through. Right into a closet. "What the..." he stifled, quickly backtracking back into the young mage's room, an embarrassed smirk on his face.

Reaching for the real door, the one which would lead from Tayro's room to the corridor of the Stock Pot Inn, Blank twisted the knob slowly, remembering what had happened the last time he opened a door too hastily. And he had already walked into a closet, why slam his face into the door, again? He eased the door open, stepping through. "No problem, Tayro," he said, still grinning. "I'll see you around, I guess." With that, the nomad disappeared into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

Blank stepped into his own room, practically falling over under the strain of his physical fatigue. He kicked out randomly, not wanting to trip and fall again. Finally reaching his bed, the tired man slumped down and relaxed, staring out his window at the starry night sky before nodding off into slumber. A long deserved rest. And hopefully a nightmare-free one, at that.

OOC: Sorry, I just kinda assumed that Tayro's room would have a closet I'll be ready!

OOC: Yes it does

IC: The boy burst into laughter as the nomad entered the closet by mistake.
"Wrong way!"-he said, restraining himslef to not laugh too hard.
Waving goodbye at the nomad as he left the room, the boy covered himself in the sheets, and quickly drifted into the land of sleep and dreams.

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Tayro entered what seemed to be a temple. By the murals and statue, it looked like Nayru's Temple at North Castle. He approached the altar, like he knew what he was doing. Suddenly, the room is filled in a blue light, and a sweet, even melodical voice echoes in the room.
Tayro... to know the truth... ask the goddess... ask the goddess...
The last sentence seemed to repeat forever, as the room started to fade into black.

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Waking up calmly, the boy quickly notices his stone shining once more.
"Wha... again?"
Remembering the dream he had just now, he leaves the room, as a new direction his pointed to him. Ask the goddess. That's what he was going to do.
Passing by Blank's door, Tayro knocks twice.
"Blank? Are you awake?"-he asks, in a weak but audible voice.
He must still be asleep. - the boy thinks, after quite a time of no reply.
Leaving Blank be, he quickly leaves the Inn, running towards the town where all unites - North Castle Town.

OOC: A Tale of Dreamers has started. Try checking HERE ^_^