Hector
Revali prided himself on being a talented flier, and an even more incredible fighter. So, naturally, when Rito scouts spotted an odd rift, resembling one with which the future Champions had traveled through time with, Revali took it upon himself to investigate.
He had not, however, anticipated the absolute gale force winds the portal would have, sending him spiraling out of control, and therefore, crashing down to Hyrule, landing in a pond barely deep enough to cushion the impact and hopefully not break any of his hollow bones.
For a moment, Revali stares up at the sky, and silently prays to Valoo that no one saw that. He awkwardly scrambles to the water's edge, dragging himself out of the water in a very undignified fashion, and begins preening moisture out of his waterlogged feathers. He freezes, mid pull, when he hears a soft crack of wood, turning towards the sound.
Michael
Finally, it was time for an early dinner. Kyneri, disguised in his more Hylian height and appearance, had begun working on his meal when he heard a loud splash followed by a gasp for air. He paused— that was the pond that was nearby for certain, and whoever had fallen in... Something wasn't right about the circumstances.

*Maybe they fell in like me,* He said. He rose from his spot by the fire and took the pot off the stand before running around the rocky ledge that divided the pond from his premium camping spot. 

As he came upon the pond, he froze, and his stomach felt strange, as though something were trapped within. 

It was... Him. Surely this was some sort of divine prank, though. *By the Goddess, did the portal mean to drop him here or...*

He shook his head. *Remember, you watched Medoh turn red, yours is gone for certain. So this one...*

As he leaned forward, his foot cracked a twig and he stiffened as the bird's eyes locked into the sound. "U-um... Hi..."
Hector
Revali watches this... Hylian? They feel all wrong somehow, but Revali didn't know most Hylians apart as is- and he feels his feathers puff up in embarrassment at this individual catching him in such a state. 
"What do you want, hm?" He snaps, a bit too harshly to what he intended, so he clears his throat and tries again. "I'm... Ugh, sorry, just a bit unhappy at the moment. Water is still fairly cold this time of year." 
Play it cool, Revali. Play it cool. You can still save this.
He lowers his wing to let some of the feathers air dry, turning his full attention to the stranger.
 "And you are..?"
Michael
*He sees me,* Kyneri thought. *He sees me! Oh Goddess he sees me... Oh no, what do I do?*

The Rito before him asked him a question, and Kyneri wasn't one to answer. "I'm... Kyneri, but my friends call me Serin. You know, like the little canary bird?" He breathed in, then walked forward. "You're soaking wet," He said, pulling out a handkerchief. "I've got a camp spot right around those rocks. There's a fire to warm up at and I'm... Well, I'm cooking *Something* Up." He almost forgot his ward was the better cook between them.

He breathed carefully and flicked the handkerchief, concealing a size-changing spell long enough to turn it from a mere scrap to a full wrap. "Here," He said, holding it out. "You're going to need it more than me right now."
Hector
"...Provided your cooking is adequate, I am willing to try, even just to dry my feathers a bit..." Revali says after a long moment of deliberation. He keeps looking around, brow furrowing when he sees the state of the area.
 He admittedly doesn't know Necluda as well as his home, but he's nearly positive there were settlements. The lack of them unnerves him immensely.

"This. *Is* Necluda, yes? And Hyrule..?" How could so much change..? He only went through *Time*, didn't he..?
He does accept the handkerchief, dabbing at his face feathers and beak to dry them.
Michael
Kyneri smirked as he made note of Revali's attire. "Looks like you're seeing some unfamiliar things." He put his hands on his hips. "Yes, this is Necluda, and you are still in Hyrule. Your confusion speaks volumes."

He paused and took the handkerchief for a moment. "Here, it seems my spell work failed me the first time." Carefully, he drew a circle in the air and set of tunes appeared. "Normally I try not to let it be seen but... Heck, you're an exceptional case, I suppose." Casually, he tossed the handkerchief into the air and through the ring, and all at once, it expanded, becoming more of a blanket size. 

"Easier to dry the rest of ya," He said, handing it back. "All those feathers, soaking like that? It's gonna be a minute." He waved him over as he turned and walked back towards the site. "Catch up if you can... R... Revali."
Hector
The Northward's feathers ruffle up a bit, eyes wide when he sees the size modifying magic. Can Hylians do that? He's never seen it before, but they're strangely capable little gremlins, so maybe this one is special? He's so distracted by the display that he nearly misses.The other addressing him by name.
"Oh- I see my reputation proceeds me!" He smirks- which he knows is strange on his beak- and proudly puffs up his top feathers to look taller, hurrying after the strange Hylian as he works to dry his damp feathers.
Michael
"That's... One way of putting it, I suppose," Kyneri replied. "You left your mark on this world, that's for certain."

His observations thus far had been that first and foremost, this world didn't belong to either of them, and if the strange parchment in his tome had any indication, there were a lot of confused strangers here to discover. Additionally, he'd noticed that the world thrived under a moon free of crimson hue, something that concerned him but only under the assumption that his companion had accompanied him. Third, and the most pleasant of them all— some Bokoblins were *Very* Friendly.

As he got to the campsite, he carefully set the pot back on to boil. "What do you remember right before getting here?" He asked. "Don't skimp on details if you can."
Hector
Revali set down his things, upside-down to let the water drain, and sits himself close enough that the flames could warm him. 
"Before arriving.. I was investigating an... Odd portal nearby Rito Village. At the time, we thought it to be the work of a rather meddling Guardian who accompanies the Princess." He shakes his head. "But unfortunately it seems I was mistaken."
Michael
"A Guardian accompanying..." Kyneri continues to write in his notes... "So you're different from what I know, that's for sure."

A glow comes from a different page in the book. "Oh great, another squabble with strangers from the parchment..."

He opens the page and listens.
Hector
Revali nods, and is about to continue, when he hears himself and some strangers arguing. His attention is *Plucked* To the paper, and he hears his own voice echoed from his journal in his pocket. Opening it, he finds a page he certainly did jot remember, and after having a frankly childish exchange with himself, he turns to Kyneri, and asks.
"What do they mean, 'when'?"
Michael
"From the sound of it, you're from about 106 years back... Give or take." He continues to listen to the parchment and take notes. "Fascinating... I hope this book is truly endless..."

He flushes up a bit. "Two Revalis... I was already shocked at one."
Hector
"Do keep your pants clasped." Revali replies sarcastically, dividing his focus between Kyneri and the parchment. 
"This whole situation is quite the mess, if you ask me. Multiple Zeldas? Multiple *Links?* Truly I have died and joined the Calamity in hell." He groans. "This whole thing is so nonsensical."
Michael
Kyneri swallowed at the mention of... *That*.

"My work is important to me, Revali. I'm a Chronicler and a Sage. If I don't report these anomalies, who knows how much history could be lost. The Minish Archives already lost so much of their stories, and—"

He paused. "I said that out loud didn't I?"
Hector
...The Minish.
Revali sets his parchment down a moment, looking up at Kyneri in surprise.
"The... Minish? You know of them??" He asks in amazement. He also completely misses the Sage comment. 
"Yeah, you did." He replies, voice nearly cracking. "You're... You're a Minish? You used size magic earlier. Who even are you??"
Michael
Kyneri frowns. "I-I... Uh..." He sighs. "Okay, you got me."

He drew a ring around himself and, in a flash, he seemed to be gone, if only for a moment. In truth, he was already on the ground, his Hylian appearance now exchanged for his true form. 

He waved, hoping to catch his attention. He wasn't sure how well he could keep the glamour that kept his kind hidden from affecting him, but he did his best to disperse it. "Oy! Down here!" He said with a flick of his tail.
Hector
Revali tosses aside his parchment with a loud exclamation of rage. He searches around for Kyneri, before following the voice and kneeling to look at the other's proper form, smiling just a bit in wonder. "I haven't seen a Minish in years..."
Michael
Kyneri froze. This one saw them too? Was... Was there another one of himself out there as well?! He craned his neck to look at him. 

"We tend not to be seen by anyone but children," He said. "The fact you've seen them is curious. I only knew of one Revali in my time who could see me and he stopped after a while." He frowned and shook his tail. "It... Wasn't his fault though."
Hector
"I used to live in Central Hyrule." He hums for a moment as he ponders that. He knew children could see them, so..
"Maybe since I'm not a full grown Rito technically?" He offers, motioning to his cheek marks. "So I can still see them?" Hes pulling that straight out of his tailfeathers, but it's the best guess he's got.
Michael
Kyneri nodded. "You always had a baby face, if I'm to keep it honest. But youth is a mark of beauty in some cultures, so you have that going for you," He said. 

He nervously watched the pot, hearing it simmer a little too much. "Um... Mind giving me a boost? I need to check on that..."
Hector
"Oh." He offers his wing, lifting Kyneri to his shoulder so the other had an easier time. 
"... For the record I do *Not* Have a baby face."
Michael
"I won't be taking it back, sorry," He teased. 

Kyneri looked at the sky. Sunset was coming soon. His paws nervously clung to the bird's feathers as he climbed, and he remembered this feeling as it rose to the surface. 

His voice shook a bit as he stood there and examined the contents of the pot. "It c-can be taken off the fire. I don't actually eat too much like this so I don't mind sh-sharing."

His eyes continued to watch the sky frantically. Climbing up here was a bad idea, and it was compounding the anxiety, but he forced it down. *I can't let him see me this way,* He thought.
Hector
It was hard for Revali to miss the others onset of anxiety, and once he's safely moved the food off the fire, he follows the other's gaze to the sky. "Is everything alright..?" He softens his tone, like he would with a young chick on their first flight, and cups his feathers around the critter to shield them a bit. It's not that much, but he hopes it's at the least comforting. "I may be a bit damp, but if monsters are your concern, I can face any that attack us."
Michael
Kyneri shook his head. "Don't... Don't... Speak so soft like that I..."

His paws clammed up. It was sunset. This was the day he'd lost Revali. The other Revali. The one who was no longer... Alive. It was sunset and he was in his feathers again. Back in the sky, where he'd clung for dear life, where he'd fallen and watched Medoh.

He violently shook his head. "I'm not afraid of monsters, I'm..."
 
*It's okay to be weak,* He thought. *No, to be VULNERABLE.*

"I'm... Afraid of sunsets. Because I lost someone dear to me around that time."
Hector
"I see." He frowns and sits on that knowledge for a moment, before following that with "Was they killed by the sunset?"
It's the dumbest plucking question he's ever asked out loud, and that's the whole point.
Michael
Kyneri frowned. How could he tell this to his face? How could he even think to do this? He was horribly equipped to navigate his own feelings, and even after more than 100 years it never went away.

"No, that's when..."

*No, don't!* He thought. *This situation is awkward as it is.*

He settled for less clear language. "The last time I saw him before he perished was sunset. That's when the Calamity struck."
Hector
"Then it sounds to me like the sun isn't the thing to fear." He replies, like it's so simple. "The sun is just like the stars, and it setting is just time passing. Fear to it is as pointless as a loose feather in the wind." 

"Turn that fear to its true target. Grow from it. Become strong enough to never fall again."
Michael
Kyneri shook his head and carefully made his way down the Rito's arm. "It... Isn't that simple. It took 100 years to get payback for what had been done to him. He was..." He hesitated. The last thing he wanted was for Revali, *Any* Revali, to know.

*No, no no no,* He thought. *It wasn't fair to this one to lie.*

He breathed in, then out. Deep steady breaths. 

"The last time I saw him was in Hebra. I watched as he flew away from me, the sunset burning around me as I fell hundreds of feet."

After landing he unclipped the jade pendant from his collar and changed its size. "Do you recognize this stone?" He said.
Hector
"..." He thinks a moment. "The Minish carry those, right? Symbols of friendship?" He was a little shaky on the details. Something about the phrasing... *Flying* To *Hebra*..? Where Vah Medoh was...?
Michael
Kyneri sighed. "Friendship was how everything started, but as he forgot me, as he... Grew away from being a fledgling, a new emotion hit me. One that I struggle to share right now because..." He shook his head. "Do you wonder why I didn't even ask your name?"
Hector
"... At the time I thought you'd heard of me, but.." After a moment, Revali spits out the thought caught in his throat. "It was me, wasn't it. Or, *A version* Of me." He feels that heavy feeling in his gut, that stone of fear that knaws into him at the idea of his own mortality.
Michael
Kyneri froze, but soon slowly nodded. "I mean, I *Had* Heard of you. If anything, I was endlessly fascinated with you. I watched that other you for at least a decade since he... He had some growing pains. But after he lost someone, he suddenly couldn't see me, so I just... Continued watching as he excelled. The pride I felt was immeasurable." 

He sighed. It felt good to say it out loud. Even if he feared looking like an absolute weirdo. "That kinstone doesn't have another physical half. It's... All I really have left since I carved it from one of his hair beads." He looked to the good and frowned. "You ought to eat, it's gonna get cold. There are plates in my tent."
Hector
He doesn't move for a moment before he nods. "Share this meal with me, then. You're now stuck with me, little mouse." Revali chuckles, and moves to locate the dishes. "If a version of me saw fit to keep you close, then you're a worthy companion."
Michael
*A worthy companion.* The phrase hit him like a stray bolt of lightning. He felt *Fried* By it, as if the world had gone deathly quiet. *Me? ME?* He thought. *I can barely keep my own unruly hero in line, what would I do with...*

A sensation then gripped him, a feeling he remembered all too well. A voice, not from above as he usually sought, but within— it was the call he once felt long ago, long before the Hero, his Hero, had ever been born. 

*Adventure.*

"I suppose then having a meal is in order then," He said, his voice getting brighter. "I swear I'll do everything to not be too nosy. But if we should part ways at some point... Thank you in advance for any journeys."

He stared at the bowl, forgetting how big it was compared to him. "I should only need a few fruits. Sorry about the distinct lack of meat. I'm uh... Not much of a meat eater."
Hector
"Rito are omnivores. I'm hardly about to complain about a free meal." Revali nearly guffaws at the idea, and slices up some fruit from the pile by the fire, offering the easier to manage pieces to the Minish astride his shoulder.
Michael
Kyneri took them and gently munched. "Oh, I know they are. And free food is usually the best food." He breathed a bit as he tried to comprehend what had been offered to him just now. Not the food, but the other thing.

"So, what exactly did you have in mind in terms of travel? Hyrule is wide and teeming with life, there's so many options out there."
Hector
Revali's eyes turn skyward, and then to his likely currently-flawed map of Hyrule in his journal. "I had no particular goal in mind yet, aside from avoiding that *Other me*." The skin above his beak wrinkles in frustration.
Michael
Kyneri nodded. "You're really bent outta shape about him, aren't you?" He paused. "Don't mind him, the bravado is a sign he's got some interesting stories to tell." 

He continued to eat and began to notice the sky had gotten dark. "I'm not sure if flying is gonna be so easy without a light. Rito night vision is poor... Although there *Are* More things here that would surprise you." He pointed up where the sky islands rested, though they were merely silhouettes that blocked out the stars.
Hector
"Going to be honest, little mouse, I can't see shit." He squints upwards and shakes his head. "Yeah, nothing." He then looks towards his disposed parchment and picks it back up, inspecting it.
Michael
Kyneri is suddenly jolted by the cuss, but soon after is consumed by cathartic laughter. "Oh, good, I don't have to be formal around you. I think we'll get along just fine."

He sighed. "Yeah, it figures you wouldn't see much up there. But when it's light out again you'll find that there's... A lot of islands just floating there. It's gonna take more than an updraft to get yourself to some of them."
Hector
"I could fly up to my divine beast on my own wing strength, I think I can reach some islands." He scoffs, but shakes his head. "I'm a rito, not a *Laufwing* So I have little interest in resting on sky rocks."
Michael
Kyneri grinned. He knew enough about Rito culture to find some thread. He slid down North's arm and landed gently on the ground. After a moment, he gave a whistle, a slight wind bursting open the large nearby book to a particular page.

It was a boat with oars, resting in a sea of clouds. "Not even the Stormwind Ark?" He asked. "It's hardly just a fairy tale, you know."
Hector
Revali turned his beak up so the Picori couldn't see the look of absolutely childish interest in his eyes. "Th-that old crows tale?? Please, I'm long since over such childish ideals..." He coughed a bit to clear the eagerness from his warble.
Michael
"It's real as rice," Kyneri replied. He carefully changed sizes again, disguise and all. "These were from when Daphell and I saved the world... *Again*." That last word was a little sheepish, as he realized how ridiculous he sounded. 

"A lot of this book is my lived adventures over the past 125 years or so. After all, a Sage needs his life's work written down somewhere." He paused. "That's why I'm excited to learn your perspectives. If these portal that are opening up are making histories converge, who knows what could come of it all."
Hector
"A sage?" He says this with absolutely no comprehension. Revali then alt-tabs out of that conversation while he frets like a mother hen over Link's stupidity, absently replying under his breath." So, you claim the stormwind is real... Perhaps tomorrow, we can investigate for ourselves."
Michael
"Sure. After all, I'm certain you're homesick, even if you just left home," He said. "I've missed the village as well. Damn, if only I'd been born a Rito..."

He blushed up and stammered. "I-I mean there's probably drawbacks. I can't imagine how unbearable the desert heat would be with that thick of a feather coat."
Hector
"??" What in the pluck was that reaction?? Well, regardless...
"You'd be right- these feathers are not designed for the desert. The last time I endured the Gerudo desert, I caught heat exhaustion."
Michael
"Well, lucky for you, there's a lot of means by which we would be able to negate that. We've got splashfruit, cooling recipes..." He grabbed his book and began flicking through the pages. "If you have friends you can recognize here, maybe we could go and connect with them. It might be wise since it seems they've been here longer than you."
Hector
"....." He sets down his parchment again, shaking his head carefully."No, they... They can handle themselves fine without me. If they need me, they'll contact me."
Michael
Kyneri chuckled. "Alright, suit yourself. For now, we have to figure out what to do about—"

From out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something moving. *Hopping.* The hair on his neck stood on end and he immediately and quickly stood up.

He may have been at human size again but his instinct still kicked in. "Frog... Frog!" He screamed, backing away from the direction it was in.
Hector
Revali barely has time to process between shoving his stupid magic parchment into the bottom of his quiver and the screaming, but he rushes between the Picori and the amphibian quickly, mostly confused, but still wanting to help.
Michael
Embarrassment was the first emotion that came to mind, but several could apply. "I-I'm sorry!" He said. "I uh... Yeah, I'm sorry..."

He looked at the frog from around Revali. "If you could scare it that would be cool, but..." He shuddered. "I have a long sordid history with those things. Mostly when I'm *Not* Tall."
Hector
He bends, picks the frog up, and yeets that sucker as far as his powerful wings will send it.
Michael
Kyneri nearly cried at the sight of his mortal enemy, the frog, being pitched so far, but he relaxed and regained his composure. "Great, now that's *Two embarrassing things you know about me..."

He eyed a bit more of the food and pinched a few piece of fruit with his fingers. "Hopefully my cooking wasn't too bad. I usually left that to my ward. Do... Do *You* Ever cook?"
Hector
Revali pulls a face, remembering the inedible smoking remains of the last attempt he made at cooking, and he chooses to lie.
"Yyyeah, obviously. Someone as incredible as myself? Heh."
Michael
Kyneri swallowed. *Oh, we're gonna be having a time with this aren't we?* He thought. *Welp, got some recipes he can learn.*

"So... Um," He said, pulling his book open to a page. It bore Revali's— *This* One's— likeness. "Where were we? Ah, right. Tell me about yourself."
Hector
"W-well... Let's see, where to begin..."
Revali begins recounting his life, sparing no detail unless Kyneri tells him to. He describes his wind Magic, his quiver, his childhood- as much as he can.
Michael
"Wait, hold up— so you've been adopted... For *That* Long." He smiled. He was enjoying the differences this one had from the one he once knew. "Good Goddess, I never would've guessed."

As he continued to scribble down notes, he would occasionally touch up his picture. "I hope you don't mind me doing this, I'm just... The discovery of other worlds has opened up a new level of curiosity for me."
Hector
"I do love talking about myself." He chuckles. "And well, not much else to do right now."
Michael
"Yeah unless you want to find someone through the parchment..." Kyneri sighed. "You certainly know how to make sure you only find the most premium quality friends don't you?"
Hector
His smile freezes on his face. Suddenly, he feels a lot smaller. "What... What do you mean?" He laughs it off, and goes back to his Quiver, shoving the stupid parchment further to the bottom, before burying it with his old scarf. "I just don't make friends much."
Michael
Kyneri crossed his arms. "I can see the parchment, too— I keep it in my tome here. You're coping with this sudden change in your perspective... Poorly." He sighed. "It's fine. You've been through a lot and you clearly want to be certain that you can trust people to be reliable. But I e learned that some of the best ones happen to be the ones that are willing to bite back where it counts." He smirked. "I promise I don't mean harm by that, I just call it like I see it."
Hector
"I am coping *Perfectly fine*." He snaps a bit, keeping his gaze on his quiver. "If people don't like my 'bitchy attitude', then they can squawk with someone else."
Michael
Kyneri chuckled and sighed. "Then I suppose you'd mind me asking to make a detour from the Stormwind Ark? I just saw on the parchment that there's a grand opening for a forge..."

He pulled out a shard of metal from his pocket. It looked almost like a knife, but it was jagged and only roughly resembled a blade. Really the only thing about it was that it was pointed at the tip and a little sharp along one end. "I figure that they could refine this a bit more."
Hector
... "That's fine." He replies after a short pause. He doesn't have to talk to anyone. Just escort Kyneri and then they can explore the Stormwind. That's it. He doesn't have to talk to anyone.
Michael
"Good, then it's settled— we'll walk to Hateno and then fly to Hebra. And if you see anything in the way that catches your eye, we can check that out as well— don't want to be the only one making choice here." He carefully picked up his pendant from beside the fire and reattached it to his collar.

*Is it really a good idea to fly to Hebra?* He thought. *Last time I flew from Necluda to there it didn't end well. Even so... I can't be spending my life terrified of the past.*
Hector
"We should wait until morning." He huffs a bit. "I can't see three feet in front of my plucking beak." He checks his bow and string, making sure they've dried properly
Michael
Kyn nods in agreement. "Honestly, with nightfall being a great time for chuchus it's important to have rest." He smirks and pulls out his bow. "Damn, yours looks really stellar. Heavy weapon, heavy draw weight. Has to be a killer on the back when you're first starting out."
Hector
He smiles again, affectionate. "Yes- it's more of a Hylian weapon, but I've never made life easier for myself."
Michael
"I learned a lot from watching the other you," He said. "Though knocking *Three* Arrows is still outside of my range, sadly. But I'll get there." He perked up. "Oh right!" He said, pulling a few arrows from his nearby quiver. "These are really special."

He took a piece of wood that hadn't been used and began gently tapping the arrowhead on it. First it flared up, then sparked with electricity, then left a cold imprint in the plank. He continued to tap it over and over again, each time producing one of the magic arrow effects, even if it wasn't fully being used. "Roulette arrows."
Hector
"Hm." His attention is piqued. He turns to watch this display and he smiles. "That's a fascinating little trick- how did you manage that?" He shoulders his bow. "When I was first learning that, I almost blew off my own wing. The top arrow went straight up and came back down at me. Probably shouldn't have practiced with bomb arrows."
Michael
Kyneri grimaced. "Yeah, definitely shouldn't have. I've seen my ward play with those things and they are *Not* To be messed with." He looked down at the arrow. "I had these crafted for me back in one of the Picori enclaves back home. They're not horribly difficult to craft, but it's the fires for forging them that's the tricky part. The heat is intense enough to melt rock together, and the slag is then shaped into these things."

He blushed up a bit. "S -sorry, I get a little excited thinking about the wonders of Minish craftsmanship. They say that the Picori once crafted a Force so great it was sealed within a the Royal Bloodline. But those records are tattered and faded, even in the Archives."
Sheena
*Ah, yes. Roewen was waiting for a situation like this. Some poor, unsuspecting sap down on his luck. A fallen rito with wet feathers... This meant he couldn't fly away if he wanted.*

*Perfect. All Roewen needed was to get the drop on him... Wait for the right moment to*

***STRIKE!***

*Jumping out from some nearby foliage, the monster swung his dagger, inches away from the Rito's beak! This was a warning. It would take some convincing to get him to consider sparing your life! Roewen also accepts bribery in the form of food.*
Hector
For the typical Rito, an attack like that would be downright terrifying. A lesser one may have purged an egg, even.
Revali was not an "Typical Rito".
His first instinct, of course was striking at whomstever attacks him, so he doesn't hesitate to twist his bow upward to strike the knife away from himself, eyes wide as his adrenaline kicks into high gear.
Michael
Kyneri jumped up from the fire and immediately sprang into action. "Revali?! What the hell is happ—"

He spied it the figure, a Bokoblin, right outside of the range of the fire, just dark enough that his new travel companion likely didn't notice any of the signs he saw.

That was Roewen, the Bokoblin he'd met when he first fell from the sky and nearly drowned. And now both he and his companion were locked into a fight with each other. 

Kyneri began eye the bowl of food. If he could do something to ensure those two didn't kill each other...
Sheena
*No dagger, no problem. If birdbrain wasn't gonna run his pockets, then Roewen would just have to... Convince him a little. The bokoblin cracked his knuckles. Admittedly, he was much less experienced in hand-to-hand (hand-to-wing? Hand-to-talon?) combat, but he figured that if he acted enough like he knew what he was doing, then the Rito would buy it. Roewen swung a right hook towards the Rito's face. Hopefully that'd be enough... Honestly this was a win-win for Roewen. Either he gets what he wants, or he fights a good battle. Roewen loved a good fight.*

*Roewen hadn't yet noticed Kyneri in the area, since it was dark and he was small. However, he thought he recognized this Rito from... Somewhere, but he wasn't sure. Wet feathers smell different from dry feathers, so he didn't regognize Revali by smell. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that they'd... Met before.*
Hector
Green eyes flash in the firelight as Revali ducks under the swing, swinging his bow out to knock the Bokoblin off his feet. He isn't about to allow himself to lose to such a feeble foe, not in this lifetime, and he straightens up to draw his arrow with a cold look in his eye. This was going to go very poorly if Kyneri didn't step in.
Michael
Kyneri noticed that the fight was beginning to go south as Revali pulled out his bow. He dropped the pan of greens and began to rush as the arrow was drawn back. Without any interference he feared he'd lose a friend. He had one solution, but... Oh, his newest friend wasn't going to be happy...

His breath hit he'd as he drew a circle for a shrinking spell, and a ring appeared around the Rito. There was only one shot to do this, and the result was most certainly bound to piss off someone tonight but... 

He flicked his wrist and the ring collapsed inward, catching Revali in the midst of a shrinking spell. At the same time, Kyneri dove forward to grab him.
Sheena
*It was only now that Roewen realized just how much he had underestimated this Rito. Before he knew it, he found himself on the ground, disarmed, and vulnerable. The bokoblin braced himself for his opponent's next attack, and...*
Hector
"What the FU—" Revali's curse is cut off into what sounds like an angry frog, squeaking inaudibly up at Kyneri in rage. He stomps his talons, wings flapping.
Michael
Kyneri frowned. "Revali, what else was I supposed to do? You almost shot the one who rescued me from drowning a week ago. Or was it two weeks?" He carefully grabbed hi around the waist while holding out his free hand to Roewen.

"Hello again, small warrior," He snorted in 'Blin to the best of his ability. "You okay?"
Sheena
*To be fair, it was completely justified. Roewen did attack first.*

*Just as he was wondering where the hell the Rito he was just fighting with went, a familiar voice rang out from nearby. It took Roewen a moment to realize who else was here. Fortunately, it was a friend!*

*Roewen checked himself. Didn't seem like there were any injuries. He nodded. Roewen was okay.*
Hector
Oh, he is going to commit a felony for this embarrassment. This guy swung a knife in his face, but sure, its *Revali's* Fault. Fucks sakes. He hates this, and being manhandled like a child's toy isn't helping.
Michael
Kyneri carefully set him down on his shoulder. "There we go," He said. "Revali, I'd like you to meet the first person I made friends with here, Roewen. Or at least, that's the closest Hylian equivalent to his name. 'Blin is a language I'm... Still observing I guess..."

He smirked at Roewen and knelt a bit to get a better look at him. "Glad you're okay. You should be careful running around here— the villagers have more weapons nowadays..." He snorted.
Sheena
*Roewen lowered his guard upon seeing Kyneri. He switched up pretty quick; if Kyneri hadn't been there to see what was happening, it wouldn't have looked like Roewen was in a fight at all.*

*It took him a moment of looking around to notice where Revali was. Looks like he didn't have to resume fighting.*

*The monster took Kyneri's hand, snorting a thanks as he got back up.*
Hector
It's a good thing Revali is quite small at the moment, because the expletives he's spewing is frankly a bit too far for me to say here. 

As is, he huffs and crosses his wings, he can't exactly do anything else. He's downright miserable.
Michael
Kyneri frowned and poked him. "Hey, you could've been stabbed and he could've been shot," He said. "Besides, sometimes you have to ask forgiveness rather than permission." He gently holds his hand out. "And um... I don't mind you like this— you're easier to protect..."

He nodded to Roewen and snorted, trying and hoping that he was still speaking correctly to him. "We just got done eating but there's some extras. If you want, that is." He pointed to the pot near the campfire.
Sheena
Ah. So he didn't have to threaten that guy at knifepoint. Roewen nodded and went to go help himself.*

*He took another look at the now tiny Rito. Say, he's a lot less threatening and also kind of cute like this... The bokoblin curiously sniffed at Revali, since now it was safer to do so. He smelled a bit familiar... But not really? Roewen felt like he'd met this Rito before.*