Dungeon: Pirate Fortress - Majora's Mask Thick, blackened clouds hung from the sky, clenching puddles of water like in cupped hands that could be split open at any moment, and acting as curtains to drape where the sun would normally be. A harsh coolness rode in from the shores overlooking the rumbling waves of the ocean. Periodically, a sound as if the clouds were being torn asunder would rip through the sky, followed by distant streaks of brightness shredding the sky apart. It was hard to tell when it would happen, or how severe it would be, but one thing was perfectly clear; a storm was coming. Yet, Rika's gaze was not at the impending rainfall, but at something else- a boy, frolicking in front of the structure Rika was resting in front of, where the buildings parted ways to form a small, circular opening. Rika was, at least, pleased that the boy had stopped bothering him- how many times had he mistaken Rika for a child, asking him to play with him? This was of course met with frustration and annoyance from the Kokiri, who was quick to tell him he was as such, and, in his words, 'not a brat like you.' Still, the kid did not take offense or lighten up his assault, persistently bugging Rika over the course of the handful of weeks they had spent together. The kid seemed to admire Rika- understandably so,- but he did not wish to trifle in childish games. . . though he was getting rather bored. Glancing to his side, a tall woman cloaked in a simple, yet elegant- perhaps even exquisite Cyan dress was watching the boy intently. The boy's mother? His guardian? Admittedly, Rika was not sure of the details; he knew her only as Madame Caroline. She approached him out of the blue one day, requesting his services guarding them on a passage from Castle Town to Mido, and beyond the sea to Windfall. At first, Rika was pretty apprehensive about taking the job, but Madame Caroline was quick to boast about how she had heard of his achievements and capabilities, and that no other would be so suitable, and that it would be an honor for him to accompany them. His head getting the better of him in the moment, Rika fell into her sweet talk and accepted the offer. There had been numerous children with them, not just the boy- what was his name, Eren? Erlion? There were so many children, Rika had not bothered to learn all of their names. Some had departed with them and another woman at Mido, while the rest accompanied them to Windfall Island, the destination they had arrived at earlier that morning. Excited with the completion of what was for most, if not all of them, their first seafaring adventure, many of the kids wished to explore the town, the shops, the culture, to experience the differences Windfall Island brought from that of Castle Town. They were allowed to disperse, though Madame Caroline insisted that they stick in groups at all times and returned before the storm settled in. Erloi opted to stay behind in favor of playing- by himself, as it were, the strange kid. Admittedly, Rika had begun to regret taking this job. It was an ordinary, boring job- no sort of interesting event had happened, he had been dealing with little more than annoying children for a few weeks time. As he had time to think, he was unsure why they requested him as well- traveling had its fare share of dangers, certainly, but the trek was not too perilous, and there were caravans they could join for those purposes. Additionally, he was the only guard here- not that they needed another, with him around,- but that felt strange as well, simply considering the amount of children they had. The job did not even pay well, though the lack of excitement was a more crucial detail for Rika. Sitting around was boring for Rika. They had arrived at Windfall Island, so he would have assumed the job to be done, but Madame Caroline insisted, in her own words, that 'there was still more to come, if you only be patient.' That was not exactly something Rika held in great capacity, but the vagueness of her words captivated his interest enough to linger for at least a few moments more. Perhaps he would play with the kid after all. "Oi, Earli!" Rika called out to the kid, though Madame Caroline quickly retorted in a calm tone, "It's Erelio, dear." "Ah, right right. Do you want to see something cool?" He grinned, jumping up to his feet and stepping forward. "Do I?!" Erelio's face beamed, "Show me, show me, I wanna see!" The kid was already bursting at the seams. Rika knew if he waved a little magic around, he'd quite possibly literally explode from amazement. It was old hat for Rika, though. -- Kids were strange. They were kind and unlike most things Rika introduced Wollo to, didn't terrify him. Yet, they had a tendency to hit Wollo or pull at his moustache, which hurt a lot! But, Wollo could tell they weren't being mean when they did so- they were playing, like friends did! Wollo never really did that sort of playing with others, but he knew friends came in all kinds, so he couldn't judge how some people expressed their friendship. He was just happy something wasn't trying to eat him this time.