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Spring Festival Treehouse of Fortunosity

Discussion in 'Hera Outpost' started by Kaepora Gaebora, Apr 13, 2017.

  1. Kaepora Gaebora

    Kaepora Gaebora Your Friendly Neighbourhood Owl Sage
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    Whoo hoo! Well you've come to the right place if you are looking for a fortune or two! Look no further than a very special Kaepora's Treehouse of Fortunosity! Spring Festival Edition!

    For this special event, they specifically asked if I could come and bestow some amazing wisdom upon all you charming and featherless beings. In short response, I could not resist. How would it be a festival without yours truly, after all! And please keep all those wiggly arms and legs within the tent at all times and prepare to be amazed!

    I have done this a time or two. A little hint to the audience, bring mice. I may reward you with a better fortune hoo hoooooo!~

    The rules are simple, hoot hoot!
    1) You can ask anything you wish but keep it PG-16.
    3) You may ask who is behind the mask but we will never tell.
    4) No harassing each other or the owl for responses.
    5) Kaepora Gaebora isn't the most accurate owl sage in the world, so take his fortunes with a grain of salt.
    6) Have fun!​
     
  2. They had finally arrived at the festival, just as it was beginning to get into full swing! Rawiya was pleased that she and Zila weren’t late, even despite their unfortunate encounter with the helmasaurs on the road. Although there hadn’t been time to attend to her friend’s injury as thoroughly as she would have liked, the witch had pestered her spearman accomplice until she was able to at least clean the wound to prevent infection from settling in. Having to have a leg amputated would probably put a damper on the rest of the festival, after all.

    Rawiya had already checked a small room with two single beds at Bjornar’s Bunkhouse for the pair. Camping together through the journey from Kasuto had made the gerudo reasonably comfortable being around the younger zora male to the point where it only seemed courteous when the other had little money to speak of. The young woman had taken some time to bathe away the traveler’s muck and ready herself in festival clothes—a violet and red sari with curly-toed gold-threaded shoes, and glass bangles jingling from her wrists nearly to her elbows. A peculiar method of using an Earth magic to make a template of dry clay around her hands had allowed her to dye them with henna all on her own. It was somewhat wasteful, but Rawiya didn’t yet know Nasira was at the festival, and she didn’t trust Zila with applying her tattoos as much as she liked him.

    “The fortune teller is supposed to be playing the part of the Owl Sage himself,” Rawiya giggled to her companion as they approached the tent. “How cute, don’t you agree?” Of course it wasn’t the real Kaepora Gaebora—that would just be a preposterous notion. It was certainly just a person in a costume, though she had yet to see them.

    “It seems we’re the first people here,” she said thoughtfully. Walking past the venue, it had appeared pretty packed. It would be nice to visit the fortune teller first in any case. “Why don’t you go on ahead first, Zila. I’ll wait outside while you have your fun.” She winked playfully. “I shouldn’t come with you, or else your fortune may not come true.”
     
  3. Zila

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    The festival’s pulse of life refreshed Zila’s mind. The motions of the men and women attending filled the air with a sort of peace that he hadn’t been around since his trip to Kasuto. Rawiya’s insistence on cleaning up his wound was probably the reason he made it to the festival. Along with her buying him another place to sleep, Zila found himself thanking her endlessly yet again. With everything she’s done he was no doubt in debt to her for a chunk of his remaining life.

    The journey’s scratches and cuts were cleaned off him thanks to the bath he had given himself. Zila had taken off his tunic for the festival. With a torn sleeve, it was better to just leave it off. His bare chest revealed the scar which he had forgotten existed. He ignored it for the time being, walking with Rawiya in between the many tents of the festival.

    “It does have a certain element of cuteness. I just hope I get a good and accurate fortune.” He answered in a serious tone. He did get an injury for this fortune after all.

    Their luck was moving in a positive direction already. Being the first people to the fortune teller, and Rawiya even let him go first. A big smirk formed on his face, quickly going inside the tent. It was empty inside, with just a table and two wooden chairs put up across from each other. Zila eased himself in the chair across from the other one. He was hesitant, but he was too impatient to wait for something he almost died for. “Fortune teller! Come out!” He yelled loud enough that even people roaming around outside could hear him.
     
  4. Kaepora Gaebora

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    "Hoot! Such an impatient young Zora you are! You'll scare the spirits away, hoo hoo!" Came a voice from behind a curtain. A few seconds later appeared Kaepora Gaebora himself. Well, as close of an approximation a man in a costume could be. "So it is your fortune you seek? Why, for someone who appears to have many years ahead of them, why wouldn't you want a glance into what the Goddesses have in store for you?" Taking a seat in front of the Zora, Gaebora snapped his fingers and suddenly the lights dimmed in the tent. How such an event occurred wasn't questioned, as Kaepora continued to speak. "10 rupees up front. Though... no mice for me? Hoot. Very well."

    After the payment was made, Kaepora cleared his throat and spoke a few words in a language few understood, before changing to a language the zora would understand. "Hoo, interesting! The ancient spirits speak to me and fill my mind's eye with many images of what the future holds for you. However, one speaks out to me much louder than others." Leaning in closer to the Zora Gaebora spoke softly, but clearly. "Be careful who you put your trust in. Those that you may consider your closest allies will one day put a premature end to your time on this mortal plane!" The headpiece to the Kaepora costume shook violently, before he cleared his throat.

    "Also, the spirit informs me not to order trout at your next meal, unless you enjoy the inside of outhouses!"
    He offered the zora as seriously as his previous prediction. "Hoo. I guess that is two for the price of one for you, but since you are the first customer I think that is only fair. If you want another fortune, then I request another ten rupees. If you'd like to hear your future revealed again, I can do that for free! If neither suits you, then I have no more to offer you. Just tell the next person to enter..." Kaepora said no more words, awaiting Zila's next move.
     
  5. Zila

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    Zila smacked his face with the palm of his hand. He forgot to pick up a mouse for the fortune teller before going in. Did I forget to read something? I can't remember anything about bringing a disgusting rodent. The fortune teller made a good job of selling himself as the Owl of legend. The head tilt seemed excessive, but with every tilt and spin his gaze seemed to have a sense of truth seeking.

    His fortune was another matter, it bothered him. His friend at the time was Rawiya. Would she betray him? No, she couldn't, this Owl Man was out of his mind. If it were the spirits speaking, they were still wrong. How painful a fortune. Owl Man made it sound like Zila got a deal, but he felt short handed, cheated, lied to.

    "What a waste of a fortune." Zila blurted out. A look of disinterest in his face as he gazed upon the Owl man. More like annoyance. He was broke, and he didn't want to deal with this Owl man any more. Zila stood up making a loud noise as he scooted the chair out to free himself from the current position. He paused before exiting the tent, looking back at the fortune teller once more. "I hate trout, the texture of it makes me sick every time I eat it!. Your fortunes are still terrible!"

    Stepping out of the tent, he looked over at Rawiya, taking a place near her and fixing his mind on the citizens walking around. His gloom and anger dampening the bright fullness of the festivities. Sighing, he gently let some of the negative energy escape his mouth "Knock yourself out with the Owl Man. The worst fortune teller in the world."
     
  6. Zila’s yell calling for the fortune teller to show himself was easily loud enough for Rawiya to hear, and she let out a soft giggle to herself, imagining the surprise on the costumed person’s face when they found out their first customer was a rambunctious teenage zora. Nonetheless, Rawi waited patiently as Zila had his turn in the tent, somewhat curious about whatever he was being told, but not enough to rudely interrupt.

    Instead she took a moment to crouch low to the ground and pour a small pile of sand from her waterskin down. The fliers advertising the fortune teller’s tent advising bringing mice—a strange suggestion to say the least. Rawiya had no live mice, of course, but she and Irfan had devised a little spell to serve as the next best thing. She plopped a yellow rupee on top of the sand pile and began to recite in the old gerudo tongue: “Sand, by my command, take upon yourself the form of a hungry little rodent! Rear upon two legs and grasp your rewarding treat!” And so it did, Rawiya allowing her manna to shape the sand into a little sculpture of a mouse standing on its hind legs, just large enough to sit comfortably in her palm. The sandstone creature held the yellow rupee in its paws, loose enough that the payment would be able to be removed easily enough without breaking apart the sculpture.

    A few minutes had passed since he had entered, and now her young companion emerged from the tent, looking none-so-pleased with the result. “It couldn’t have been that bad, could it?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow at the boy. “Keep your chin up, dear, there will be plenty more fun to be had!” Giving him a reassuring smile and gentle rub on the back, she ducked under the tent flap herself.

    “Our very own owl sage, I take it,” she greeted the fortune teller warmly. The costume was a bit… feathery. But that was to be expected, she supposed. “A pleasure to meet you, Kaepora Gaebora. I am Rawiya Yarnweaver.” She plopped the little statue onto the table and slid it toward him. “Do you really eat live mice under—no, that isn’t my question.” Taking a seat, the witch let her head rest comfortably atop her nested hands, propped up on her lap by her elbows. “So, magnificent Owl Sage, what future do you foresee for the likes of me?”
     
  7. Kaepora Gaebora

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    The zora's disinterest and refusal to heed the owl's words were disappointing, but Kaepora expected some rejections. His quick exit left the man under the owl costume alone for a moment or two, when he decided to speak up again, to no one. "One can never see the forest through the trees, hoo..." He mused, the lights brightening back up again in the tent. No matter, there were plenty more customers to read their fortunes to.

    Thankfully, only a few more minutes passed before Rawiya entered. "In the feathers, hoot!" He replied to her greeting with a nod. Gaebora's head nodded and tilted. "Ah, Ms. Yarnweaver. You certainly are a welcomed surprised to my tent, hoot hoot! Your gift of linguistics and storytelling has even reached me." The mouse statue was not quite what he had requested, though the sentiment and offering was much appreciated. "Thank you for the gift and... Well, of course I eat the mice people offer to me. Not that I've had much luck with that yet, hoohoohooot."

    Once she asked for her question, the lights this time became a tint of purple. Kaepora Gaebora cleared his throat and looked upward. "Ancient spirits, enlighten me with your words of wisdom, and allow me to foresee what the future holds for this young woman, hoo!" The owl remained silent as he began to chant unintelligbly for a moment, before stopping and returning to his gaze to the patron in front of him. "Yes, the spirits have many tales to tell about you. Interesting that they forsee multiple and different futures for you, as if you live many different lives, hoo." The owl said, tilting his head before continuing.

    "One spirit however was more persistent than others. It foretold that you will one day find yourself at a crossroad. One will seem like the best path to take, but shall have dire consequences on many people, hooo. The other will cause short term devastation, but you shall reap far better rewards after fighting through such trials." The owl remained silent for a moment ot allow Rawiya to digest this information, before finishing.

    "Would you like to hear that again? If not, nor do you wish for another fortune, then please inform the next person they shall enter." He sat patiently, as she made her next decision.
     
  8. “I am certainly honoured that the great Kaepora Gaebora has heard tell of a humble storyteller as myself,” Rawiya said, playing along with a smile. It was genuinely pleasing that the costumed man had heard of her. The young woman had confidence in spades, but it was always a pleasant boost to it nonetheless when someone recognised her name.

    She sat patiently as the ‘owl’ told her fortune. The first part was interesting, at least. As if she had lived different lives, hmm? It was said that the Hylian princess, Zelda, was reincarnated over the ages, just as her chosen Champion was. Perhaps the concept was not restricted solely to them, and some common folk had also lived a multitude of lives across time—it was curious to think about, at least. Perhaps in another era, or even in another world, Rawiya had been a soldier in an army which had conquered Hyrule! Ha, that was an amusing thought as silly as it certainly was. Perhaps the actor playing Kaepora was simply playing to what he had heard about her, however.

    It was the second part of the fortune which left Rawiya feeling a tad underwhelmed. “Take not the quick and easy path, for the long and difficult one will be far more rewarding,” she paraphrased with a little nod. It seemed like the sort of vague fortune anyone could have received, and a fairly common literary trope at that. She didn’t think to put much stock in what the fortune teller was saying, though she politely thanked him as she stood and left the tent.

    “That was curious,” Rawiya said to Zila once she rejoined him on the outside. “I have my doubts the fellow playing Kaepora Gaebora has any real gift of foresight, but it would have been rude to probe at his magical capabilities.” Rather, the young witch’s brand of arcane vision involved setting her eyes alight with Spirit energy—it would not exactly have been subtle. Smiling, she patted her companion gently on the upper arm. “Well then, Zila dear. Shall we go fetch our lottery tickets before heading to the musical venue? Or perhaps we’ll find another festive locale which is less busy... lead the way, gentle sir!”

    Whether or not her fortune would actually come true, only time would tell...
     
  9. Zila

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    While waiting outside Zila's mind had gone completely blank. Staring into the empty abyss of happy festival goers calmed him significantly. They served as a moving mirror of sorts. Allowing him to reflect on the actions of the day. If he decided to be honest with himself, he would have realized how out of line his previous actions with the Owl man were. Such self awareness was not in his best interest. It wasn't time for that, it was time to get through to the rest of the events in the festival.

    Zila let out a sigh of relief once Rawiya joined him again. Her doubts of the Owl man's magical fortitude made him happy. It eased his mind even more. "I'm glad you doubt his readings." He coughed into his hand, using the gentle pat on his arm as an excuse to start pacing towards the lottery ticket tent. "For a second I thought I was going to end up choking the Owl man." Zila cackled away as they both left the fortune teller's tent together.
     
  10. Sela

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    Sela was going to find the inn to get her sleeping arrangments all settled. She was going to get some rest after such a long trip. She was, she swears.
    But the allure of the fortune teller was just too difficult to pass up! It was always so fun to interact with whoever was dressed as the wise owl each year, ever since she was a little girl.

    Seeing as there was not a line in front of the owl's set up, the healer peeked her head inside before entering. She did not bring any mice with her of course. She never really understood that. Did the person in the costume actually eat the offered mice? Did they just take them for fun and let them go when the customer wasn't looking. Sela never knew, and she never brought mice with her anyway.

    "Hello," she greeted with a cheery, but apologetic smile, "I must apologize up front, I do not have any mice for you, I hope that's okay." though she did have money to pay for the fortune, of course, and had her wallet held in her hand in preparation for this.
     
  11. Tane

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    Whatever allure the Hera Outpost had, Tane did not feel any of it. Spending his entire childhood either here or near here, he was surprised to see it hadn't changed much at all. Still, hearing about a festival going on caught his interest and he was unable to keep from checking in to see what was what and how things were doing. How festive could this place be? Well he would find out. Oh boy would he find out.

    His first stop was the mystical realm of a treehouse of fortuno-a fortune teller, he'd go with that. He didn't need any mumbo jumbo fancy title for such a place. It was what it was and he could not deny that he was extremely curious. While he didn't often care about those kinds of things, he was secretly hoping maybe he'd get some magical revelation, some mythical goddess telling him he was so well on his way to being the hero he always wanted to become. He had just come off a job and was really intrigued by the idea of looking into his future and seeing what progress he had been making.

    Arriving in time to realize the tent was, at the current time, occupied, he stopped dead of the tent flap and yawned, looking around for a sign that could tell him what might lie in store for such a unique locale. Leaning against a tent post, he patiently awaited his turn for roughly a minute. Anxious, and maybe a little excited, he was immediately getting restless. Why was this of all things something he was getting giddy about?

    He quickly began questioning himself and his excitement and it soon turned to an annoyance that he might be easily duped by something that may or may not be real in any way. With a frown on his face, disregard for others, he pushed open the flap and asked straight away as he entered, "So is this place actually for real?"
     
  12. Kaepora Gaebora

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    "Hoot! It's quite alright." Kaepora responded, nodding slowly. He gently poked Rawiya's mouse statue. "Standard pay gets your fortune told, either way." Once Sela placed a yellow rupee down, Gaebora nodded his head gently. "Thank you! Now, let's see what your future holds. Hoot!" Kaepora Gaebora straightened up "Spirits of Time, please show me what the future has in store for her!" Gaebora chanted for a few seconds, before gasping and stared at Sela.

    "Hoohoo, astounding! Simply astounding! I had heard of the singer healer, but to think she would stop by my tent today!" He said in surprise, before his voice turned more grave. "You've made a decision within the last few months to go on a bit of a journey, if you will. A serious event has caused you to search for something even you cannot do. Well.." The owl remained silent for a second, seemingly for effect. "There is an answer out there, waiting to be plucked. Finding it though will be the real challenge, hoo." He finished, turning his head.

    Before he could go any further, the fortune was interrupted by another Hylian. Kaepora Gaebora huffed slightly at the question. "Does it appear to be a figment of your imagination? Hoot! I am currently in the middle of a fortune read, would you please wait your turn?"
     
  13. Nasira Shahr

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    The smell of food and baked goods alike wafted through the evening air as the tent of their futures hung right before them. Intricate little details that were hard to see in the dying light but no less enticing. She already believed it all to be horribly fake but the idea of it was no less intriguing. Why, they all deserved a little fun. Even if she might be secretly deep down wondering if the being who was playing as the great owl sage would tell her something amazing that she needed to hear.

    As they arrived it seem there was a lineup, "Seems like our mysterious fortune teller is quite the hit!" Nasira mused releasing herself from Tiketh just to lock her arms round her hips instead. Looking upwards to the tippy top of the tent. "I'm surprised they didn't try to build an actual treehouse. Considering you'd think the great owl sage would have been in one or something like it."

    Someone walked by with a strange creation. It looked like a long stick with a batter around it, and it smelt wonderful. It was bizarre by far and it was most likely someone created specifically to try out here in the festival but it didn't seem to diminish the fact it smelt so good. "What is that you have there?" Sira couldn't resist asking the goron fellow as he stopped and looked at her. "That there?" She pointed to make sure he knew what she was talking about.

    "Oh uh," Deeply he rumbled, "It's something called a corn... dog. I don't know, but they are over there if you want to try it." Without another word he walked off leaving her terrible curious.

    "That's a terrible name for a food." She wanted one. Sizing up the line to the tent and then back to the stall that had been pointed out, quickly her focus came back to look at Tiketh. "Want one, you hold our spot and I'll run over and get some. I mean got to try new things right?" It sounded weird and she wasn't sure what it actually was even if corn was in the name but now all she could think of was a corndog. She really wanted one!
     
  14. Tiketh

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    "Is this... Is this really the great owl himself?" Tiketh asked skeptically, actually wondering that for a moment. He shook his head, quickly deciding it could not be so. Was the owl even real to begin with? Tiketh had heard stories, but in that end that was really all they were. Stories. Had anyone seen the great owl in person with prove to whether it did exist or not? As much as he didn't believe in ghosts (until a few years back) or mystics, he was ever the skeptic in believing in divine deities and otherworldly beings. On that thought, he supposed he really didn't fully believe in the goddesses either without proof. That was just the sort of person he was. He lived in the here and now and that was what he knew.

    Still, if spirits were then the goddesses had to have been real, too...

    Spotting the Goron with the corndog, Tiketh commented with his own thoughts. "I've heard about them before. They're made from beef and bread. Not a single trace of either corn or dogs. Whoever made up the name must have been off his rocker, I think. I can see making up a name to make a food sound more tasty that 'breaded beef stick', but really... who would want to eat a dog? The idea sounds awful to me honestly." Still, he had never actually tried one himself so maybe they tasted good. Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, he supposed.

    "I guess I could try one and see what's so special about it,"
    he agreed, "I'll wait right here and keep our spot in line."
     
  15. Tane

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    Tane had perhaps been a little too hasty in stepping into the tent, announcing his skepticism towards both the owl figure and his previous customer. Feeling a bit sheepish, he bowed his head and offered an apology. "I am sorry, really. I must have gotten a little ahead of myself. Please forgive me." With a flourish of his hand, he took a few steps back and allowed them privacy while he waited for his turn. Stamping his foot into the dirt, he hummed softly to himself. The people here didn't seem too bad to him. At least not yet. At a festival, everyone was cheery and high on life. You'd find no bloodshed nor horrific violence here. You would only find people having a good time. He could appreciate that.

    When the lady in the tent was down, he figured it was his turn finally. Nodding his head to her, he smiled and apologized again. "I didn't mean to intrude earlier. I grant it's my turn now?" It never hurt to be a little polite, especially after he'd been rude previously and gotten scolded for it as though he were a child. After all, there was no reason for Tane Kooper to cause trouble in such a happy place. It was much nicer for him to be just as happy and make friends. However, that still didn't help him in deciding if this owl was truly the real deal or not.

    "At the very least, I hope you don't mind having some boring ol' skeptic here. I came only to learn what my future might have in store if that's at all possible to learn here."
     
  16. Kaepora Gaebora

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    Kaepora shuffled his arms and preened his fake feathers on his arms narrowing his eyes onto the cleric that hadn't said a word since she came in. "Alrighty dearie time to leave. I know my presence is very awe inspiring but the line is long and I sadly don't have the time to give to my adoring gawking public so," Gently he shooed her from the tent, "Bye bye now. And have a hooting good day." Quickly he turned his head to look at the red headed fellow.

    "You there my young impatient owlet. In in, let's get this started. I can already tell the spirits have much to say about you!" Sweeping the hylian into the tent with a flourish, Kaepora tapped his desk eagerly. "Mice or rupees but you will need to pay in some advance. While you find that, I will begin and should you not pay well then you will make a find addition to my nest back at home." Deeply he chuckled before throwing his arms wide and high above his head.

    "Great spirits bequeath me your words of wisdom for this poor forgotten soul of a man!" Swaying back and forth, back and forth letting his eyes roll back into his head, the great owl gave a haunting wail. Suddenly jerking forward to bang on the desk and gasp. "It is... too great. The vision I see, I have never seen one like it." Slowly and shakily he looked to the hylian, struggling to hang onto his desk less fly away. "I see... I see in your future-" Lips trembled, "Frogs. Thousands of them. All bright pink and falling from the sky to rain around you. They scream your name and they follow as if you were their pied piper. A dream you have not come to realize has spoken. You-" The owl jumped back wrapping his cloak around himself as he looked down to the man. "You will become the head chef of the exotic frog legs deep within the desert! A worthy shop deemed the Golden Leg TM. The trademark is the most important part as many others will try to copy your brilliance and fail. Left only to serve mediocre frog legs and cursing your newly adopted name. Master Grenouille! I am not good enough to even be in your presence!"

    Roughly the man cried before he inched closer to that of Tane. Looking him up and down, "Now that will be ten rupees or mice, as I stated before. I can also repeat what the vision for no cost if it was too glorious for you to comprehend."
     
  17. Sela

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    Sela couldn't help but beam, a little red coloring her cheeks as the owl fortune teller recognized her as, specifically, "the singing healer". She said nothing, not wanting to interrupt them in their fortune, but it was clear on her face that she was a bit bashful and pleased that her talent was known.

    Her expression changed sharply as the owl seemed to know of the changes in her life. Shock. Sure, it was stated in a vague way, but that made sense for the fortune teller, and it made sense to Sela.

    Truly, she wanted to hear more, but honestly, the words given to he left her inspired, enough so that she nearly forgot her manners.
    "Right, of course. I don't want to take up anyone's time. Thank you so much for the reading, truly, I appreciate it," she said as she rose to her feet. The tent was rather popular and she did not want to be in anyone's way, so with a wave, she quickly left the tent before the owl began Tane's session.
     
  18. Nasira Shahr

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    She wasted no time really when he said he wouldn't mind trying one, barely hanging on to what he had to say about the weird named food. Rather Sira smiled politely, nodded and then ran off to obtain the delicious smelling snack before turning just as quick with two in hand. It seemed the line had moved just a little bit, noting a girl had come out from the tent and a man went inside. "Here," She offered one of the snacks to Tiketh before eyeing the flaps of the tent.

    From inside one could hear yelling, something about frogs and she gave her current companion a very incredulous look. "I don't think it is really the great owl himself." She replied instantly becoming a skeptic of the entire thing. Who the hell had a future about frogs! What a sad future.

    Either way she wasted no time to begin devouring the corndog. Much to her own delight! "What sort of future do you think you will have with the owl?" Sira asked suddenly curious to know if Tiketh thought he had a future that could be seen or not. It gave her more time to eat should he answer her question.
     
  19. Kaepora Gaebora

    Kaepora Gaebora Your Friendly Neighbourhood Owl Sage
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    Giggling hysterically, the great owl gauged the young man for his reaction to his fortune. It was a good one. He should be oh so proud of it. The frogs were the most proud of all! The man ought to have been grateful! Truly his fortune was the strongest one yet today. And now it was over. Flailing appendages, the owl spoke, "Now it's time for you to go! No be sure you pay me, enjoy your fortune, and then get out and let the next boy or girl have their turn. And have a lovely day at the festival! I know I will be having an extraordinary time here all by my lonesome in my tent with my mice. And my customers."

    "And speaking of!"
    A gerudo lady came in with a mixture of meat and breading on a stick swiftly disappearing down her gullet. A bunch of laughter erupted from the teller's throat, a wave of an arm in her direction. "I guarantee you that would taste infinitely better with a mouse. And you didn't even bring enough to share. Now you are making me hungry and I might just have to take a five minute break to get one for myself. I wonder if they would wrap a mouse for me."

    "Oh right your fortune."
    Throat clearing, he leaned forward and trained his gaze on the woman. "Oh yes, I see it. I see it all. You will be the victim of an unfortunate accident! On this date sometime in the future near or far, you will be walking down a bustling city street and a piano will come from the sky and fall on your head! Keys of black and white, sprinkling all around! Ivory impaling your pretty littler head! What a tragedy. An expensive piece to crash on top of a precious life."

    He paused for a moment, then gasped loudly, "Oh but what's this? There is yet a way to avoid this ruin! For the next three months, at least once a week, you must kiss a furry creature. Plant a big fat one to the top of its fuzzy little head and, come the day of ruin, they will come to your head and your life will be saved." He cleared his throat and leaned in, "However. If one of these is a mouse........ you just bring it to me after you kiss it."
     
  20. Tane

    Tane The Ace's Blight
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    Just when he thought he had heard it all.

    "Wait,"
    he said, "D-Did you say frogs?" He looked away, puzzled, then looked back, "Wait. What?! What does that have to do with- What are you talk- Frogs? Frogs don't rain from the sky! And they most certainly do not talk." This was ludicrous and this fortune teller was insane! Why did he let his curiosity bring him here? He should have suspected from the start that this was way too much to handle. It was too good to be true. He should have told himself right from the start that this was all nonsense and he should have went somewhere else to start. Total idiocy.

    "I'm sorry,"
    he quickly said, struggling hard to hold his temper in check. He was so excited and now he was just completely torn apart with himself that he had actually once thought he would believe this crap and put up with it. The owl teller man was shooing him out while simultaneously demanding his pay (or mice of which Tane had none). Grumbling quietly, the detective tossed a few rupees onto the table and turned away, heading back out. Some woman eating a corn dog and an air-brained looking fellow were waiting and he almost wanted to tell them not to bother, but hey... it wasn't his problem.

    "What a load of... I need to pick my stops better,"
    he decided to himself as he skulked off.
     

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