Yolanda
Baorm: It had been a couple days since his meeting with Daphell, and Barom was trekking over the expansive plains of northern Hyrule. There were a few intriguing rumors of a boar moblin sighted somewhere in Hebra, possibly one of his lost tribe. Barom knew it was probably a red herring, but he had to look into it. It was the only lead he had at the moment. 

So now, the large moblin was trekking his way through the open fields, his heavy boots leaving a trail of footprints and broken grass. It was slow going, but he rather travel by cross country than road anyway. There was less of a chance of running into a patrol or other travelers. He'd just as soon not deal with that headache, as he doubted many would be trusting of a well armed moblin. As the noon sun slowly slid into afternoon, Barom got his triple flute from his pack, and began practicing with it to kill some time while walking.
Wanda
As if suddenly a stroke of fate, the ground fell from beneath her. Iryth, like any person who had at least somewhat a sense of self preservation, began to panic, traveling through what seemed to be a void that opened where she once stood. Was this a portal? She had traveled through small portals before, but the feeling of this seemed to warp her stomach, a sensation so strange and intense that she knew she couldn't possibly be within a standard travel portal. 

She could almost swear she heard some sort of flute in the distance..?

Once she realized she felt gravity again, she had mere moments to comprehend that she was about to be spat out wherever she was being taken. She made an audible scream of fear as she fell flat onto her stomach into a patch of grass and twigs with a loud "Umpf!" She groaned, rolling onto her back and staring at the underside of trees for a moment, in a daze from her head hitting the ground, before she realized she was definitely not in a familiar place at all. She quickly snapped out of it, sitting up and observing her surroundings.

 Wherever she was, she knew she hadn't been there before, nor had she read about it.
John
The flute music abruptly stopped as Barom heard the scream. He froze and looked around, wondering if there was trouble on the horizon. Sniffing at the air didn't tell him too much, there wasn't any scents of monsters, bokoblins, lizalfos, moblins, or the other usual sources of danger. At least, none nearby. Still, he was curious about who it was. Turning from his current path, he made his way in the direction of the scream.

Barom didn't make any particular effort to approach stealthily, so he was quite visible to Iryth as he neared. Barom was a large moblin, bulky and muscular, with a face like a wild boar. In one hand he had a spear that he used like a walking stick. In the other, an odd triple barreled large flute made from carved bone. He had a large satchel on his back, stuffed with supplies for the road. As he approached, he sniffed at the air again. Still no monster scents, but there was something new on the wind. A scent he never had smelled before. 

Following this new scent, it didn't take him long to spot Iryth, sitting in the shade of a cluster of trees. "Oi! Ya okay over there?" Barom called out. He could speak Hylian, though he had a rather thick accent.
Wanda
She heard his voice and whipped her head around to look at him, and was quickly to her feet, her back against the tree, holding her hands in front of her, fear painted across her expression. 

"A-Ah, yes, yes I am fine, thank you for asking... Sir..." Her accent was strange as well, though not what would be considered thick, rather foreign but still clear. She had never seen such a creature, and although she was taller than the average Hylian as a Twili, the boar-like creature standing before her was still significantly larger than her. 

"Uhm, would you p,perhaps be able to tell me where it is I currently am..?" Her attire was interesting, it was obvious she frequently rode horseback by the riding pants and boots she wore, but the off-the-shoulder cloak and long, flared sleeves that seemed to be detached from the shirt under her corset was definitely what would be considered an interesting fashion choice in this area. Her bluish-gray skin, black markings on her face, and ombré apricot hair didn't make her stand out any less at all.
John
"Heh, ain't exactly th' prettiest mug t' wake up to, is it?" Barom said, chuckling at Iryth's reaction. To be fair, it was a reasonable reaction to meeting a moblin. He just took a seat on the grass, in an effort to make himself look less looming and intimidating. He also set aside his spear. "But don' worry. I ain't gonna hurt ya. I jus' heard the scream, an' came t' investigate. Name's Barom, moblin of th' Rohg tribe."

"As fer where ya are, th' north end of central Hyrule." Barom said. "Between th' Lost Woods an' Hebra. Been a lot of new people poppin' up as of late. Portals openin' up an' spittin' 'em out. No idea wha's goin' on or why there's portals. Thems too big of questions fer jus' a moblin. Except maybe Old Giromha. Anyway, if yer lost an' need t' get yer bearin's, might head fer th' woodland stable near th' Lost Woods, over east."

"...Though, if ya don' mind me askin'," Barom hesitated a moment before speaking again. "...Wha' are ya? Ain't ever seen somebody tha' gots skin like ya, an' yer scent is strange too."
Wanda
"Hyrule... I figured as much, saying the contrast of this realm compared to my home, the Twilight Realm, but I haven't heard of a creature such as yourself, not even in studies... A *Moblin?* Very interesting." She replies. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Barom," She says, as he continues. She listens intently to the information he is giving her. Portals, but transporting people from wherever they were first from. Was this a portal of greater power than she could fathom? The stable sounded nice, but she wasn't sure if her coin would be worth anything here. 

She was surprised by his question. She had never read of him, and evidently he had never read of her. Though Twili were a common part of Hyrulean history, after Zant's evil campaign. Had he never heard of such a tale?

 "I am of Twili kind. My name is Iryth, and I am an herbalist. I am interested in these stables you speak of, as I am one to frequent horseback, but I'm not sure if my coin would be of good use here. Rupee is still the standard, correct?"
Theda
Daphell had been working in the nearby trees, gathering truffles at the foot of the trunks and breaking down some of the branches off the trees for firewood later on that evening. He knew Barom would likely have something planned, and with the run to the closest stable for some ingredients the taste would probably be glorious. *If there's one thing that never fails to appease me, it's food. Sweet, savory food.*

Not to mention he found a weird sheet of paper on the way back. It had plastered itself to his face by a large gust of wind, and despite trying to throw it aside it refused to leave. It felt alive, and so Daphell had stashed it with his other things.

As he got over a nearby hill and back to Barom, the Sheikah noticed that a new face had graced their presence— a young lady whose body was painted with jade-whites and night-blacks, with hair that burns and eyes that seemed... Confused. *Maybe she fell into this world too?"

For a little while longer, he observed rather than confronted. He was never good with girls anyway— was always too blunt with them.
John
"Eh, well, truth be told, most moblins are assholes. Ya better keep yer distance from 'em. A lot of 'em served Ganon when he was stirrin' up trouble. But not the Rohg tribe. We're proud, an' we ain't ever gonna bend knee t' th' likes of him." Barom said, not wanting to steer Iryth wrong. 

"Twili, huh. Tha's a new one. Still, can't be too different from 'ere. Ya use rupees like them hylians. They's always usin' rupees fer trade, so I think yer good." Barom said. "Anyway, Th' woodlands stable is east, but me an' Daphell is goin' west an' north. But there's another stable tha' way too. It's a longer road, an' yer gonna hit th' Hebra chill before ya gets there, but if ya don' wants t' travel alone, ya can come with us. I was wantin' t' swing by there anyway, an' see wha' th' local rumors are."

"Speakin' of Daphell, wonder where he is. Said he was gonna dig up some mushrooms or somethin' an'... Ah! There he is!" Barom said, looking around and spotting his Sheikah friend. He gave him a wave and beckoned him over.
Wanda
"Ah, I see. I'm glad that you do not associate with such a cruel man." She comments. "Many of my people turned to darkness in hard times as well, he plagued my realm particularly in a constant state of darkness. We were blessed to be rescued by one warrior of the name Link, and to him I owe my life." She explains. 

 "Twili is unfamiliar to you? I suppose it makes sense, I have never heard of your kind." She listens intently to him after this, nodding and agreeing. "Yes, that would be kind, as long as it is no bother to you or your friend. I am unfamiliar to this 'Hebra,' but I have an adequate resistance to cold. I find it is heat that is unbearable for me." She explains. "Are you two traveling by foot?" She asks, before noting that he called out for a person that she had not seen. She turns and looks toward the man. He is adorned in very interesting, unfamiliar attire, and she is taken aback by his pure white hair.
Theda
*Oh Goddess, why?* He asked himself. Of all the moments to be caught staring at anybody, it had to be Barom who called him out. He couldn't move for a solid minute as he stared at at the two of them from beside a tree. The prospect of a whole team together sounded nice but... He wasn't used to it.

There was a glimmer to the girl's eyes, a moment where he could sense he was being examined. The paralysis took hold in his legs, but the rest of him leaned forward. He was going to faceplant if he didn't do something, anything.

As his body tilted towards the ground, he broke into a quick, eye-blink Shudderstep and zipped to the both of them. Thankfully, he kept most of the herbs and mushrooms with him, though the twigs were looking slightly more scarce than before. "Sorry, I uh... I didn't know we had a guest with us."
John
"T' be fair, neither did I. She jus' appeared nearby. Another one of them random folks being portaled in by Din knows what." Barom said. "Anyway, Daphell, this is Iryth. Iryth, Daphell. An' yeah, we're on foot. Ain' a horse alive tha'll let a moblin ride it, even if they was big enough t' carry me. Most moblins prefer them giant ridin' boars, but thems rare. Big Rohg used t' have one, but I ain't seen it since th' calamity. But if ya two wants horses, there's wild ones around. I can smell 'em. Maybe ya can catch one an' tame it."

Barom paused a moment, considering what Iryth said. "Link, huh. Ya know, there's lotsa Links around right now. Seems like them portals are droppin' off a lot. But I know wha' ya mean. It was one of th' Links tha' slew Calamity Ganon, an' freed me." Barom said. "Made a promise tha' if I ever runs into him, I'm gettin' him a pint of ale. Anyway, ya will probably get th' chance t' chat with 'em soon enough. Ya might find a magic parchment layin' around. Seems like lotsa people are findin' 'em."
Wanda
She was visibly surprised and confused by Daphell's demeanor and his choice of movement. Why didn't he just walk over? She could tell he was reluctant so she attempted to be as accommodating as possible towards him, sending a small wave his way after Barom introduced the two accompanied by a soft smile, but didn't address him fully quite yet as she listened in to Barom's input. 

She wasn't one to *Catch* Wild horses, per se, more so she would connect with the horses in a respectful manner prior to ensure that she gained the trust of her new companion but also out of her deep care for all living things, animals and plants alike. If the journey was as extensive as it sounded, she would definitely rather ride a horse than walk the whole way, and she definitely wasn't feeling good enough to levitate the journey either. 

The portal had really made her feel odd. 

Then something truly peaked her interest. "Magic parchment? What is its purpose? What makes it magical compared to the standard?" She inquires. This new land was filled with fascinating new information, and her experience with Barom had been nothing but pleasant thus far. Just looking around she had also seen some herbs she was yet to identify, that she hadn't even seen written about, despite her very studious nature. She had read volumes upon volumes of herbalism studies and botany informatives. She was very well read, however these were entirely unfamiliar. This didn't discourage her in the slightest, quite the opposite. 

This made her hunger to learn even more.
Theda
Daphell nervously nodded. "Y-yes, uh... Nice to meet you, Iryth. You look rather unique." *Wow,* He thought. *She could literally take that as a good thing or a bad thing, better clarify.* "That's a good thing, don't worry," He said.

Daphell perked up at the mention from Barom. That phrase, 'magic parchment'... Is that what hit him in the face? He pulled it from his belongings and showed it to her. "Probably one of these," He said, holding it out. "Do you... Have a pen by chance? I just got this on the way back here so I don't know if it needs one."

He looked at Barom. "I mean, I can definitely handle walking, even through snow. As long as I get peppers for myself, maybe something to cover up. The weather is usually blustery up there, and even with the hunting there could be dangers about." He shuddered, remembering the Lynel that had camped near one of the Shrines near the Lomei Labyrinth before the Upheaval.
John
"Dunno who made it, or who scattered 'em all over Hyrule, but these magic parchments let ya talk t' whoever else has one of 'em. Either writin' or jus' plain speech." Barom explained. He glanced over at the sheet Daphell pulled out. "Yeah, tha' looks like one of 'em, alright. I found one too shortly after arrivin'."

"Anyway, as fer th' cold, I still gots tha' elk pelt. Gonna make myself a winter cloak outta' it. Figure tha'd keep me warm enough." Barom said. "Though if ya do wants t' tame a couple horses, I might go huntin' while yer doin' tha'. More pelts an' leather is always useful, an' with a third mouth t' feed, th' extra meat will be handy. Not likely t' find much once we hit th' snow. Do ya eat meat, Iryth? If not, we do gots some dried mushrooms an' fruit."
Wanda
She was surprised by his blatant admission, but took no offense to it once he reinstated his intention. "Thank you, I'm quite intrigued by your attire as well," She replies to Daphell in a friendly manner. "Ah," Iryth reaches into her satchel and pulls out a small fountain pen. It's pretty. "I've filled it with ink already but if you require any more I have some," She explains. 

She seems to very much respect Barom and his ideas, always focusing in on what he's saying and actively pursuing to learn from him with the generosity he's showing in explaining. He could've been a curmudgeon. He isn't, and it's refreshing. "I only eat fish and egg," She expresses. "Thank you for asking, I can also probably collect some more root vegetables and such if necessary." She adds. She was feeling grateful that of all the places the portal spat her out it was with two kind travelers who were willing to help.
Theda
Daphell could kick himself over the momentary mistake of his offending action but he forced down his embarrassment as he carefully examined the pen. "This is gorgeous. And you said "Filled"? I don't think I ever seen anything quite that fancy before."

He gently took the pen, and as he wrote out a sentence addressed to Barom he watched as it bled into the page and solidified. *Barom, are you getting this?* It read.

His ears perked up when she admitted she usually only ate fish and egg. It was something he knew how to do pretty well, though the best means of getting fish in Hebra was jumping into a river. 

"If we're far enough south in Hebra once we get over there, it might be easy to fish. Or at the very least, I could probably jump into—" As she stopped himself and looked at the two of them, his face turned red. He'd gone literally and figuratively off the deep end while hunting fish in his travels, but he wasn't certain if even Barom knew what those adventures entailed. "I-I mean, if I'm off my rocker enough, which doesn't take much more than a begging stomach..."
Wanda
"Thank you, yes so rather than dipping the pen into the inkwell, you are able to fill a small canister within the pen itself and it will release the ink when you apply pressure to the page, as you saw there." She says as he writes onto the page. She was a bit surprised that this hadn't been common knowledge, but perhaps the invention was a local one to her, there were many brilliant people of her kind that she associated with, always open to trying out new ideas.

"I see. I usually am not in a hurry when I acquire my food, but I prefer a less violent approach, such as trapping the fish and being quick when preparing it for a meal." She expresses. "I don't see that are particularly strange, there are many people who catch fish by hand, or by spear in the water. But I agree, I too can get restless when I'm hungry," She smiles at his admission. Such interesting company she's fallen into. She notices the shade of his face and smiles softly. She doesn't know why this would be an embarrassing detail, but she hasn't seen him perform such an endeavor, so she can't make a definitive answer.
John
Barom took a moment to unroll his own magic parchment, and grinned when he saw the message from Daphell appear. "Yep, I gots it." Barom said, before rolling it back up. However, as Daphell interrupted himself, his smile faltered. He didn't quite know what his friend was worried about, but he had to wonder if it had anything to do with the Malice possession he had suffered earlier. "Well... If ya needs, I can do th' fishin' fer ya."

"Anyway, not much left t' today. Light's fadin' fast. I figure we can camp 'ere tonight. Tomorrow, I'll 'elp ya track down a wild horse herd, an' ya can get th' ones ya want. Then we continue onto th' snowfield stable, an' ya can gets saddles an' such for 'em." Barom said, starting a small fire with the wood Daphell had gathered. He also hung the truffles Daphell had gathered over it to smoke and dry them for preservation. "After tha', we've gots some rumors t' chase down in Hebra. Daphell is lookin fer mouse fae or picori, an' I'm lookin' fer members of my tribe. Up t' ya if ya still wants t' travel with us then, Iryth. Anyway, I'll takes first watch, so I can tend t' th' fire."
Yolanda
Or Barom could make him one