Standing alone in the field, the Zora is trapped within simultaneous feelings of both shame and anger. He had given up so much for THIS?!? He now thought he was crazy, and repeated the actions more out of punishment to himself than any desire to continue this horrid ritual that in some way may have represented his insecurities. The boy's awkward stance and form were his first mistake, though it was not limited so easily. Watching the Zora's futile attempts and furious thrusts into the air before him may have been comical if one had a sense of humor, though anyone within a certain distance would know that this was most certainly not a purposeful addition.

After a short amount of time, his motions began to take on the speed of dripping syrup, the attacks taking longer to finally push their way out of his clenched fists, and flowing with an exponentially lessened sense of force. Cursing, he draws his right leg back before swinging it forward as if it were the cause of his problem, and causing it to extend almost to a painful level. His leg appears to twist his center of gravity as he wobbles right to left before flopping down -face first- into the grass weakly. His breathing comes heavy, much heavier than one would expect from such a lean specimen; especially a Zora.

Slowly he pushes himself onto his back and looks up at the sun, it's scorching heat taunting him as it reaches in and tears the last bits of usable water from his body. He was accustomed to great temperatures; he did make his way through the desert on his way toward the castle, but it was starting to wear upon his nerves. He wondered how it would be possible to control the clouds and coerce them to shield the world, finally deciding that if it was possible he was going to learn. He lets out a small chuckle. I think I might really be going crazy... controlling shadows. Hahaha.

"you shouldn't push yourself that hard" said Azador who just passed through the shadows of the thickets. "you might break a leg if you go on like that, stranger"
He looked around for a nice place to sit down and enjoy his break.
"hmmm......that ....gota do the trick" He sat down next to big rock.
Azador took a leather bag which he always hid under his cape.
He took out a freshly picked apple who seem to shine because of the little light that could break through the darkness of the woods.
"So tell me stranger, what are you doing?"
he said while taking a bit of the red fruit.

The Zora was quite startled by the sudden appearance of someone. He'd assumed that this field in the middle of nowhere would grant him solitude. He began to wonder why he always shied away from people, but realized he needed to introduce himself lest he would seem apathetic. The muscles around his abdomen gained an extra layer of definition as he drew his torso from the soft grass below him.

As he reached the upright position, his breath began to slide through his lungs more easily, and allowed him to begin talking. "Just, uhhh... training, I think." He wasn't sure if that was exactly true. Sure, he was trying to perfect his combat techniques, but the inefficiency rendered that almost useless. "Trying to take my min..." An awkward pause was forced out mid-sentence, causing him to shake his head slowly.

"As you can probably tell, I can't fight very well." This came out with a very angry tone, as if he was being forced to say it. He looked anxiously around as if trying to convince nature to create some distraction to shift the conversation to another topic. Unfortunately his silent pleas were returned with nothing other than a gentle breeze tickling the grass and trees. His head turned from side to side quickly, his eyes dancing around every object.

"Name's Sen. S. E. N."

"Sen? May name is Aureliano." He said with a smile, coming out of nowhere. "Do you need help?" he asked. "You seem to be in a pickle." He wiped his hand on his tunic and stretched out to Sen. "If you need a heavy grunt, then I'm your Hylian." Aureliano said amiably.

"Well hello to you too Aureliano" said Azador who turned to the newcomer.
"It's a pity wouldn't couldn't end our conversation last time, I had some important bussiness to do." He took took another bite from the juicy apple.

"well..Sen, what brings you to the kingdom of Hyrule?"

A confused glance is pressed out of the edges of his eyes when he sees Aureliano appear from seemingly nowhere. You just couldn't get away from people in this land. He began to attempt to find out what they could possibly be doing just... wandering, was that it? The decision was made that such was probably an essential part of being and adventurer throughout Hyrule. Perhaps, the thought flashed through quickly, I should model my own patterns of traversing after the seemingly random nature of these people. That is how they found me, and in turn how I would find others.

This was the point that he realized that he was technically in conversation with the two pale creatures. He didn't care what race they were, he was positive that they weren't of Zoran origin. Drawing his attention back to the conversation, he tried to process the names. Aureliano. He had no clue how to spell that, Orr L. Yano? That sounded good to him. But his mind was drawn away immediately my the mention of the word help. "No, I'm definitely good. Thanks." This was very stern, forced... cold. Orr L. Yano. He was trying to force this into his memory. He also realized he didn't know the other person's name. This came across as slightly odd to his twisted, paranoid mind. Why not? What harm could their possibly be? His mind began to bubble different theories, all of which were ludicrous and unlikely. As he saw the outstretched hand, he lifted his opposite hand in a similar fashion to recieve the shake with a smile. His immaturity caused him to laugh inwardly at the comment of being a heavy grunt, though he only showed in in the most minute change of his face.

Turning to Azador, he releases his grip from Aureliano. He began to think about how they appeared to know each other. Was it possible that he would soon be like them? Randomly just meet up with acquaintences as he ventured the land? The thought was odd to him, but he shrugged it off. He had to answer the question of why he was in Hyrule, and it wasn't a simple answer. Nor was it something he was going to tell these people.

"You know, my adventurous spirit was bored of the stagnation of my homeland. It wasn't how I wanted to spend my time, so this was the closest place to find..." He wasn't sure what he really wanted to find. Himself? Friends? Why was he here? he realized he couldn't answer that at this point, he just didn't know. He appended a weak "something to do?" to the end in a tone that almost seemed apathetic.

"Why are you guys in Hyrule?"

Aureliano noticed Sen was thinking about something from the look in his eyes. "Father always made that look when he was thinking about something." he thought to himself. "Likewise, Azador." the Hylian said to the mage, remembering their unfinished conversation at the huge tree not so far from here.

"Why I came to Hyrule? Well, my village was destroyed by a leaf storm. My best friend revived me and advised me to come here. So that is what I did and now I am here, meeting new people every day." He simply said.

Azador closed his eyes..thinking for an answer,
" I....I came here to train and learn more about the world, and I have some unfinished bussiness here to settle..."
I came here to find peace, to go away from all the hatred and pain.
But I realised that I can't escape such a thing, and that I will eventually will have to fight....Edward..
Azador opened up his eyes, and took the last bit of his apple and threw the core away into the bushes.

The perpetual eating machine was now searching through the forest. His bounty was so hard to find, it just didn't seem that it could be found anywhere. Why are there so few delicious rocks in this place? he thought to himself. Up ahead, the sound of voices distracted him, as they often did. People almost always meant food, or at least, it did back home.

The enormous being lumbered into the small clearing, noting three different figures here. These three small ones must be these humans again. Wait... what is that one that is blue? he thought, looking towards the unknown species. Still, the goron spoke amiably to them. "Hello, friends! What is happening here, goro?" While smiling at them, he glanced around for any appetizing boulders he could feast upon. None coming to view, he sat down under, or rather next to, a small tree.