Decisions, Decisions...

It felt like it had been eons, since he had last felt the quiet touch of long grass upon his body. The golden strands bent to the wind, like ambrosia hair blowing in the breeze. Every seed felt different as they brushed against his legs, arms, and body, chattering incessantly to each other. The Deku heard their voices, though he could not understand them. Yet, the sound brought peace to his heart, as if this was where he had always belonged. He let out a heavy sigh of release, expelling all thoughts of the world into the soil around him. Boris stood there motionless, eyes closed shut, his body absorbing the scents, the sounds, the touch of the bliss surrounding him. This was his paradise, something that was the balance of order and chaos; it was this balance that was the eternal agent of good. Boris sensed a storm coming; the forces of darkness in the south threatened the precarious balance, steeping the world deeply into chaos. Boris knew what his mission was; he had to protect the balance of nature.

His hands were now stained with blood; the blood of one that had threatened to kill him, but blood nonetheless. Never had he intentionally taken the life of another creature capable of thought. But never before had his heart been so adamant; his task was not one of war and death. Gazing to the south, to the distant mountains, Boris knew that he would go to Southern Hyrule now, not to bring destruction, but to save as many innocent lives as he possibly could. Stepping down and pulling out a root, gathering the last of the ingredients that he would be needing for his journey to the south, Boris readied himself for what was surely to be the greatest hardship he had ever faced.

"...get him out." Boris heard through the grass. He was too short to see anyone at the moment, standing just below this particularly tall patch of grass. Moving towards a boulder and climbing to the top of it, he looked around, searched for the source of the voice. Seeing a Rito standing in the middle of a field was something had not expected to see; in fact, Boris wasn't entirely sure what it was. To him, it looked like some sort of Zora, though it clearly had avian features. He had never seen this before, and decided that this was worthy of note. Hoping that the man, as it seemed he was by his build, would not move, Boris sat down on the boulder, unstrapping his steel-bound book from his back. Unclasping it, and pulling out a quill from a pouch, he sucked on its end and began to quickly sketch the strange looking bird-man.

Boris looked up from his quick sketch, his golden eyes looking curiously at the Rito. "Drawing you, of course. I have no idea what you are, and I've never seen anything like you." He said gleefully, looking back down at his large tome, which sat upon his lap. Placing a last cluster of lines with his quill, he sat back, satisfied. Cleaning his quill, and dusting the page with sand, he looked at his handiwork. "... I think it looks pretty good. Right?" Boris asked of the the bird-man, holding up his little doodle for the man to see. The sketch was little more than a stick figure with a beak and what appeared to be horribly disfigured wings... Apparently Boris was proud of this, holding his book up as if this were his greatest triumph. Below, there was a small bit of text: "Strange bird-like man, found in the Fields today. Not sure what to call it. Maybe we can be friends. I hope so." below which he had signed his name.

"Thanks!" Boris said cheerily, his circular mouth compressing and curling up at the edges in some form of a smile. He then scratched at his head. "Eat you, huh? ... Maybe they thought you were some kind of chicken, or something." Boris blinked a few times, completely confused as to why anyone would want to eat a Rito. Recalling that he had yet to record the name of the creature, he looked down back at his book and scribbled "Rito", and a tiny little arrow pointing from the text to the sketch. "There." He said, satisfied now. Dropping a bit more sand onto the page, he shut the book, and clipped it together, sealing the tome. Hopping off the rock, Boris made his way towards Cirval through the grass, though the top of his head barely cleared the tallest strands. "Anyways, my name is Boris, and I'm a doctor that lives south of here, in the town of Nabooru." He said, holding his hand up towards the Rito, in a sign of friendship.