Sakiko looked up abruptly, and lowered her outstretched hand. She gave a small smile to Aureliano, then said,

"Hello, Aureliano, always polite as ever."

She scowled playfully and said,

"Hey, does that mean I don't look nice all the time?"

Sakiko chuckled, and patted the empty spot next to her to show that she was only kidding. She knew that Aureliano would be a walking tornado of apologetic words had he misunderstood her.

"So, what are you doing around here? Are you lost too?"

"Actually Sakiko, I was implying you don't look nice all the time." Aureliano teased. He sat down where Sakiko had patted next to her. "Well, I was looking for my shield and I saw a rupee. so I came here to return it" stated the young Hylian. "Why Sakiko? Are you lost? How about you, neighbor? Are you also lost?" Aureliano asked his fellow adventurers

Maurice laughed, now looking up, and then over at, the unique Hylian. He looked quite different compared to the other Hylians he saw, but then again, he looked much different compared to the entirety of Hyrule. He saw the ruppee in the Hylian's hand, but waved it off. "You can keep it. I barely ever use mine, seeing as most people won't serve someone who looks like me. I normally even just run around with the bag wide open, letting the money fall into the grass." he said, before handing the bag over to Sakiko. "It's real, trust me."

Sakiko shook her head as she felt the weight of the bag. She murmured as she handed back the rupees,

"Yup, they're real."

The mage yawned and wrapped her arms around her knees. She rested her chin on her hands and said,

"I was just a little lost. You know how I like to wander around. When I arrived here, it was too late to find myself a suitable camping spot, so I am just engaging myself in an interesting conversation."

Sakiko looked up, her eyebrows raised.

"Wait, you lost your shield?"

"Thanks, I really appreciate it" Aureliano said in an amiable tone. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, you know. Just because you're different doesn't mean anything." he said. "Yup, unfortunatly I did. It's not that big of a deal though, it was a Deku one and I can always buy a new one. So you're camping here without a fire?" he asked

OoC: Nathael, you said you were a blue hedgehog. Does that mean Sonic?

OOC: Nope. I said his name was Maurice. I mean, it's not like Sonic is just a nickname, and Maurice is his real name.

IC: Maurice looked at the Hylian, before realizing that himself. He stood up from the blanket, over to the grass, placing rocks in a circle. Once he had finished the circle, he dashed away, and soon enough came back, holding in his hands a pile of wood. He then out in in the middle of the rocks, dashed away again, and this time came back with a small match. Dropping the match into the wood, a fire was started, and he sat back down. "There, problem solved." he said with a grin.

Sakiko was about to say something about the fire when Maurice created one right before her eyes, extremely quickly. All blood drained out of Sakiko's face as she watched the flickering flames, burning red. The mage stiffened, cold and still as ice. Her eyes turned dark gray as she stared at the flames, leaning against the warmth.

She could deal with flames if lives were in danger, and could perform water spells, but an informal lighting made her tense.

"Sorry, but..."

What could she say? Sakiko couldn't bring herself to confess her fear of fire, which was due to her aunt's death in a burning house. It would be worse if she stripped the cold travelers of their warmth. With nothing to do or say about anything, Sakiko stood up slowly, her eyes still lingering on the flames.

Sakiko automatically made a turn to go, but suddenly blushed. This was...a bit ...awakward. The mage sighed and got back down unto the blanket, and curled up into a tight ball.

"Nevermind. Whatever. Ignore what I just said."

The Hylian rubbed her cheeks, her cold fingers a blessing from the unmericful heat on her face. She said to Maurice a little nervously,

"Thanks for the fire. Camping isn't camping without fire, is it?'

Maurice looked at Sakiko for a moment, then looked at the fire. "You know, I never liked fire. When you're like me, and wearing robes that have pieces of cloth hanging from them, you turn into a walking fire hazard. So, Aureliano, man that's a cool name, how about we put it out? It won't keep away monsters, and it's only a cool night."

"Sure, Thanks" Aureliano said, noticing Sakiko's reaction too. "Dammit, I forgot about what happened to her aunt..." Aureliano thought to himself. He began to put out the fire, and got burnt. "Damn, that was stupid," he said, now nursing his hand.

OoC: Hey Nathael, why don't you come over and post in my storyline? The link is in my signature.

Sakiko blushed, half relieved, half embarassed. She knelt by Aureliano and muttered,

"Nah, it's ok, don't put it out. Thanks, though..."

She quickly drew out another piece of cloth and some herbs from a pocket. She thought to herself,Good thing I was gathering plants today... The mage pursed her lips as she gently pressed the herbs unto Aureliano's hand and wrapped it carefully. She muttered her apology, as her hands were freezing cold, as her skin always was.

Sakiko said cheerfully,

"Ah, now we both have bandages. See?"

She held out her bandaged hand, a bit tinted with blood from her previous wound. She said teasingly to Maurice,

"Now, you must have a bandage to make this camping complete."

"Hahaha" Aureliano chuckled. He was glad Sakiko was back in high spirits. "Thanks!" he said to Sakiko, now that his hand was bandaged. He stretched his legs and lied down. "I'm surprised no monsters have come yet. They always come at night, in search of......well something." He looked around as if he expected to see a re-dead, but was meet with plain black night scenary. "Oh well, I guess it's for the better."

Sakiko looked up at the sky, staring at the moon with an unreadable expression lingering on her face. She tucked her hands beneath her knees, and made a grimace as she turned towards Aureliano,

"I know this is strange, but I sort of wish for a monster to come right now. I'd hate to try and sleep out here. It'd be better if we got it over with, if there are any fighting to-"

The mage interrupted her sentence with a small yawn. She rested her cheek on her knees and closed her eyes halfway.

"Hey Aureliano, tell me about your life before the leaf storm."

"Well, since you insist. It was an average Macondonian life. I went to school, had friends, played soccer. My father was always home, because he had an assassin after him, but he was a very kind and understanding man. My mother was an excellent cook and a great role model. I loved the two very much. My best friend was Melquiades, even though he was way more advanced than I was." Aurelaino chuckled. "He was so advanced as a mage already, he could bring back the dead. I didn't find out until after the leaf storm though." He said in a more solemn tone. "That's about it, Sakiko," he simply said, turning to the other side, hoping they didn't notice his eyes were starting to water. "How about yourself? What happened before the fire?"

Sakiko listened carefully at Aureliano's rather hasty explanation, in her opinion, of his life before the disaster. The mage stretched, and said with a blank emotion in her voice,

"Well, to be honest, I don't really remember my life before the fire, except that I didn't want to be a mage. I've lost a lot of my childhood memory after the fire, but I do remember that it was happy...and...carefree."

She smiled and made a grimace.

"Eh, now I'm getting all mushy and nostalgic."

Sakiko laid down and tucked her robe around her sleepily. She muttered,

"I'm kind of tired. I think I need to sleep...a bedtime story would be nice."

If either one of them were to look at their strange companion, the two would've found themselves alone, his only sign that he was there being his robe, piled next to Sakiko. Now, if they listened, they could hear something comparable to a buzzsaw flying through the air, and the sound that Stalchild bones made when they were broken.

Soon enough, their friend came back, arm bleeding in a way that could be considered life-threatening. He sat down, seemingly not noticing the damage, until he brought out a roll of bandages from his robe, wrapping them tightly around his bloody arm, then fixing himself right in his robe once more. "So, anything I missed?" he asked, lying back on the blanket.