follow me down --- koshkal

[Little Red]

so follow me down -- where to?

outta this town -- with you

As much as Red hated Kakariko Village during the day, she hated it even more at night. There were torches everywhere; no matter which way she turned, there was another blazing fire to laugh in her face. It scared her, and she hated being scared.

So she'd dash through the town on Viserys' back, up the hill and into the graveyard, where she'd cling to the incorporeal wolfos' neck and bury her face in his thick fur.

After a while, the girl would calm down, and she'd giggle at herself. How silly I've been!, she'd think, and she'd prowl about the graveyard until the sun rose, and then she'd leave through the shadows cast by rickety buildings. Whenever she visited Eldin Province, Red always did exactly that.

But tonight was different.

She couldn't calm down, because in her panicked whirling around, she knocked over a torch. And the torch rolled and rolled until it rolled into a building, and the wooden structure -- who built wood houses near a volcano, anyway? -- burst into flames. And there was fire everywhere, and Red just couldn't get away, and then Viserys picked her up by her red cloak and ran with her into the graveyard, where she cried.

And cried.

And cried.

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Koshkal always adored the night. But this time, something seemed different. Off, in a way. Quietly perched on a building rooftop, overseeing the dancing shadows playing in the moonlight below, it was one of the rare times the ainur was by her lonesome, and actually okay with that. Everyone needed a bit of down time at some point, she supposed, although if the opportunity arose, she wouldn't deny a bit of company. Distracted by her own thoughts, it would turn out that the air revealed to her the problem that was amiss. Meaning to take in a breath of the crisp air, the wolfos stopped short mid-gasp, as she caught the fresh scent of smoke wafting nearby. Even in the dark, her nose led her gaze to the fiery inferno, a building not so far away, lighting up the night in a great blaze as panic began to awaken those nearby to witness it. Despite the entertaining scene unfolding before her, what caught Koshkal's attention was a wolfos, making way to the graveyard as it carried something upon its back. Something familiar, with a glint of many colours in the night. Carefully and swiftly leaping off of the roof, the monster found herself prowling her way into the decrepit place, where she first began to hear what she could call sounds of anguish, or fear. "Not a very pretty picture here, darlin'," She called out as she approached, to make sure she was heard, but not by the whole neighborhood.