Δvoice + action to the MurderessΔ

[forhylia]

[Link has long been back on his schedule of stirring in the early hours before dawn.

And just when the sun is beginning to creep across the sky, the wind comes. Bustled and nearly knocked off his feet, he stares in awe as the petals it carried float gently onto the deck. There does not seem to be anything special about them...

He tears out his journal, nearly dropping it when he hears laughter lilting from the pages. He waits a moment before speaking.]

This is the Murderess. How farspread was that wind just now? Did it carry black petals as well?

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[bloodheels]

How are we going to investigate?

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[forhylia]

We set sail for the source, naturally. That is all that we can do, at this point.

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[bloodheels]

But where was the source? I mean the ocean is pretty big. One could think it was one place while someone else might of thought it in another.

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[forhylia]

We travel East, where the wind originally came from! Beyond that... We simply go until we find something.

[It sounds like lunacy, but not to Link.]

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[bloodheels]

Then I shall wish you good luck and hope you can find something.

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[forhylia]

Thank you, Lady.