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WELCOME TO SOLVUNN!

Welcome to Solvunn! Bright suns and merriest of welcomes to you! The portal opens in a vast field on the western side of town surrounded by cattle, with a distant view of the bustling marketplace. The first impression of the settlement is one of idylic, country charm. There are no looming structures or crowded streets. Instead, there are cozier houses on wide streets and community buildings made of stone and wood. A gentle breeze rolls across the field and the sun is high in the sky.

There's not as much magic here as in other locations, but it's there. No one will be stopped from entering Solvunn, though suspicion will be cast upon new arrivals. Citizens will be friendly and welcoming, but curious about their new visitors. It isn't often that they welcome new folks- especially not so many at once!

With tensions between the other communities, Solvunn will not be keen on ratting out those who fled Thorne, but with the knowledge that sanctuary will not be given for free. Everyone does their part, whatever that part may be.

Asking questions will result in being told to find Rowan March, one of the council members, somewhere in the marketplace.

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[ When Link turns away from the bakery stall with an enormous, freshly-baked sweet roll dangling from his mouth, he recognizes the eager look on the rosy-haired girl's face immediately, even as her eyes dance from shop to shop. The tail twitching is a less familiar gesture to him, but he can imagine what it means.

Wordlessly - but only because his mouth is full of bread - Link tears off half the roll (the unbitten side) and extends it to her in offering.

It could be a free advertisement for the bakery, but could also be just he excuse she needs to buy the pot. ]

[ The longer she debates, the more difficult the choices seem. Delaying gratification is undeniably the more responsible option, but after all they have suffered, surely a little indulgence should be allowed? These sorts of decisions are the worst!

Yet fate smiles upon her as suddenly she's offered some of that very same bread that's been taunting her so.

Himeka blinks, wide-eyed as she looks between the bread and the kind young man's face. ]

Really?

[ She looks as if she's inherited the King of Thorne's wealth and land all at once, taking the pastry reverently...

...and shoving it all into her mouth in one go. She couldn't wait. ]

I' af gud af i ook'd!

[ And she can't wait to appraise him of it either, even with her mouth full and tail swishing happily behind her. ]

[ Link's ears perk, the young Hylian pleased by the positive reception of a food he also thinks highly of (he thinks highly of most foods). A muffled - but excited - 'mmhmm!!' emerges from behind the half a sweet bun still stuffed in his mouth. He doesn't have a tail, but if he did, obviously it would be wagging just as fiercely as Himeka's.

He swallows, and removes the remaining pastry dangling from his mouth just long enough to point out one of the large iron pots she had been eyeing from the other shop. ]

I have one like that.

[ They are already so much on the same wavelength. Her trust is an easy enough thing to earn, but food is absolutely the way to get to her heart. Himeka does take at least a few more seconds to chew the rest of the bread before swallowing.

She's all smiles once she does. ]

Thank you! I feel like I could eat the entire shop if they all taste like that.

[ The bakery is really a dangerous place, but one she has been eyeing for some time now.

Her attention is, of course, shifting when he points to the pot. The tip of her tail does a little perk upwards as well. ]

Oh?

[ She looks back the rather short Elezen. ]

Did you get it from here? Is it as quality as it looks?

[ Link can understand a heart that is partial to food. He doesn't even have to ask questions - it'd be stranger to him if she didn't immediately devour such a delicious sweet bun. ]

There was one just like it in the old house I'm staying in. It must've been abandoned for years, but it works like new.

[ Not that a pot has to do much - but there's something to be said for durability. ]

[ Himeka nods, never one to besmirch the use and reuse of old items. Things like pots, knives, pans--they can be a cherished and reliable piece of any culinarian's preferred toolkit. A well-loved pan may create better masterpieces than something brand new.

(Sometimes it's the remnant of flavor!) ]

Considering there's only one blacksmith in town, it must be by the same person.

[ That makes her decision very easy.

She claps her hands together with a nod. ]

Then it's settled! This should last long enough to--well...for however long we are here, I suppose.

[ He'd built up quite a bit of momentum with his food-and-cooking-related enthusiasm, but even the oblique mention of their... well, temporal displacement difficulties is almost immediately sobering for young Link.

It feels wrong to say that he hopes it won't be for long. This world claims to need them, after all... ]

Only the Gods of this place know that, I think.

[ Despite himself, he looks worried. ]

[ She nods, empathetically and thoughtfully at first, before she says as if she's commenting on the weather: ]

Well, then we'll just have to fight them if that's what it takes.

[ And perks up immediately after. ]

But first things first! I need a pot. Thank you for your help.

[ She extends a hand to shake, as seems to be custom in most places, she's found. ]

I'm Himeka.

[ Link hesitates a moment, but only because the thought of fighting the Goddess Hylia is... well, more than a sacrilege. It's treason. That's the Princess's ancestor!

At the same time - if any of the gods here intended to keep him trapped, against Hylia's will? Link wouldn't hesitate to find a way to take them down. And when said just like that - if that's what they have to do - Link can only agree with a very serious nod.

And then, just as easily, changes the subject. ]

Ah. I'm Link.

[ He shifts back to a more relaxed demeanor, taking her hand to shake. ]

You must like cooking.

[ She's been told that you can learn about someone's grip--really all she can tell is whether someone works with their hands and if they could potentially beat her in an arm-wrestling competition, of which he certainly does and she's not sure but she would take him on. And that's good enough for her. ]

It's nice to meet you, Link.

[ Him and his delicious sweet bread. To his question, she nods, puffing her chest out just a little. ]

I do and there hasn't been much call for it in the dungeons, so why not take the opportunity as it presents itself? We can spare a few indulgences out here, right?

WELCOME TO SOLVUNN!

ii kindred souls tbh

They are and I'm so ready for this

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