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Razor felt quite a bit of pride whenever he could teach Reinette something new, although he had very limited linguistic skills. He thought that she had adapted exceptionally well, and quicker than he would have expected. He could tell that he, himself, was growing fonder of the slightly older female.
She had already been accepted as lupical by his pack. How? One may ask.
She had proven to be strong, agile, and moreover— a deadly predator, even without the use of any weapon. Though she did not have a vision stone, Razor saw that she manipulated more than one element at the command of her fingertips, easily capturing animals with cages of wind or roots she often conjured up. She always caught enough for the whole pack to eat, including herself and Razor. With hunting time greatly reduced by the newcomer, it was no wonder she had been accepted quickly, disregarding her mysterious origins.
Sometimes, he would wonder how formidable would Reinette be if she had some sort of weapon within her reach; if she were taught just like how a human man had came, and taught Razor the ways of the sword... but never mind that.
Even though being around her puts himself at ease, Razor couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to her strangeness.
First of all, her scent was slightly different than that of a human's, often making him question is she were human at all, with her strange pointed ears. Her ears were quite similar to the one other friend of his, the Favonius Knight clad in red and usually brought... fire everywhere she went.
No.... Razor shook his head.
That wasn't quite right. The pyromaniac child was too different from his female companion. It just wasn't right to compare them in his mind.
... Too different. He grimaced at the thought of the two somehow being related.
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The more Razor had silently observed Reinette, the more he noticed the gloomy atmosphere that never seamed to leave her.
She would make strange, but pleasant noises from blowing air or strumming the stings on the two contraptions that had been with her. After catching his inquiring looks, she had told him that the two are called a flute and guitar. She said that the pleasant noise he heard from them is music.
"Music... like the bards. They travel around." Razor recalled, remembering a young bard with white socks and a lyre skip around the area a couple of times in the past.
The wild boy felt slightly giddy from learning more about the otherworldly maiden and the beautiful music she would produce. Although beautiful, the gentle hint of sorrow within each of her songs did not escape him.
... Maybe it was just a part of his imagination? Or perhaps it was something someone with limited understanding and options of communication just could not understand.
After all, he had never been one to be interested in those sort of things before, as he had only known that living day to day is to hunt and survive with his wolven family.
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It was after several nights and the dark circles under her dulling eyes that Razor had picked up on the peculiar behavior of his companion.
She would be up at the wee hours of day, right before the sun goes up. The silver-haired boy would often awaken to her lugging back the pack's breakfast all by herself.
At night, he found himself so comforted in her presence that any sense of alertness would turn off, and he would be able to sleep well. Sometimes, he would feel soft pats on his head, an affectionate action he found that human children would often received in order for their parents to lull them to sleep.
There would also be times at night, were he would wake and she wouldn't be near the nest. He would search, only to find her up on a thick tree branch, silver-hair cascading down, encapturing the beam of the moon within her silky locks.
The feeling of her solitude would be even more apparent on those nights, when she would idly stare at the sky.
Razor thought Reinette's eyes were as pretty as the stars. To him, stars were pretty because they would light up through the darkness, like a glowing ember. Her eyes were special, and he enjoyed how they blended with the endless night sky, galaxies of glittering stars held into those shining orbs of hers. He too, thought that she was as mysterious as the night sky, always being there but sometimes feeling out of reach.
Don't leave... He would sometimes catch himself thinking, as she would bring her calloused, but gentle fingers to caress and smooth his messy hair down. It was a type of affection that he had only experienced with lupical, and he craved it even more so from her.
But that warm gesture of affection wouldn't settle the unease that rose whenever he would looked into her jeweled eyes. Those sparkling eyes that would gaze in longing for something...
Something that Razor knew he, himself couldn't see.
Perhaps it was the lingering thought of him never truly belonging, or maybe how the man that had given Razor his name and trained him how to protect his loved ones, left... but Razor had developed an affinity her... for she too, had become his lupical.
What did humans call that type... of person? He would think again to himself.
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After much pondering, he found the word he was looking for.
"Sister."
Razor wanted to close the distance between him and his proclaimed sister, but he just didn't know how...
He hoped that even with his limited vocabulary, he could somehow convey his kinsmanship with her.
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It had been a little over a week since Reinette first woke up in this new world.
She adapted quicker to the change in lifestyle, as this was the second time in her life she had to be camping out in the wild. The habits she had picked up when she was trudging through the twilight-induced lands with an imp and cerulean-eyed wolf, had proven to be quite useful in the Wolvendom.
What she didn't expect was to feel great affection for the younger male. Every time she saw him, she felt a warmth that she only had felt with her younger brother.
He deserves to be doted on and taken care of... he's still a child. Reinette often thought. She felt the need to take care of the younger male in anyway she could. So she doted on him, in the softest and gentlest way, as she saw he was still uncomfortable and ignorant of affection from another person.
In a way, she felt selfish because she knew that she was subconsciously projecting her sisterly instincts on this person, even though he was maybe just a few years younger than her.
However, Razor would prove to be reliable and independent person, as he would teach her about certain unfamiliar plants she would come across in the forest.
But... He's still young. He needs to be protected and taught more about life.
That thought was one that would repeat itself over in her head in the dead of night.
With this newfound insomnia, she shrugged away any sense of the negative outcomes it has brought. Perhaps, she may pass the time playing her sorrows away on her guitar, catching breakfast for the pack, and most importantly,
Taking watch at night to make sure nothing would happen to her ward.
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She remembers the first time she had encountered a group of the so called hilichurls.
One couldn't imagine the surprise she had when she discovered that these bokoblin-and-bulbin-looking and mask-wearing creatures actually held intelligence. She had underestimated them in terms of them using knowledge to aid their combat, whether or not it was the spell casters aiding the armed guards, or the snipers using crossbows with their arrows combined with elemental charges, and not to forget how they would retreat whenever they were low on health for their spell caster to heal them.
Although they were considerably weaker than the creatures in her homeland, Reinette had no time to waste, as the abnormally large ones with axes or shields proved to be quite the pest.
Even so, the sorceress would manage to always come out with only a scratch or two, despite not having any melee weapons on her person, relying solely on her agility and elemental abilities.
Perhaps if she had been human, she would have much more trouble defeating these creatures. But her Hylian physique naturally gave her more resistance, strength, and speed than a normal human being.
She still remembers quite the shock she had given Razor, when he witnessed a feat of her almost monstrous strength...
Who could ever think that such a petite figure could easily lift, carry, and even throw a boulder more than 3x her height, nonetheless weigh several hundreds of pounds more than her, with such ease?
Certainly no human had been able to in all of Hyrule, so it was most likely the same in Teyvat too. If it were a Goron wrestler, that would've been a completely different story...
Reguardless, Reinette knew that this world would have more creatures she would have to learn how to deal with... this world is not to be underestimated.
She had someone to protect now. This time, one she had chosen herself.
And knowing that, made the gaping hole in her chest feel slightly fuller.
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Once again, the sorceress found herself perched up on a thick branch of a tree, fingers plucking the strings of her instrument, while gazing into the sunset.
Tanzanite orbs watching a memory of a younger boy with like features and the same silver-locks, trying to seal his image into her mind.
I wonder how old would you have been now?... You were three years younger than me; maybe a bit younger, if not the same age as this child... You probably would've been taller than me by now too, Raizel.
Reinette breathes in deeply, the crisp air cold, making her heavy chest contract in slight pain.
"I wonder how you and our parents have been doing, in the hands of Goddess Hylia... Surely, you all must've been resting well." A soft whisper escaped her lips, words tasting bitter.
She yearned to hear the voices of her family, especially her beloved late younger brother. If she could just only hear that one word escape his lips again, with his unique viridian orbs looking back at her with the same softness she looked at him with.
"Sister."
That one word, she wanted to hear made her loose any trail of thought, as words got stuck in her throat.
She immediately jumped down from the tree to properly acknowledge the adolescent, who's gentle baritone voice had filled her ears with that one word.
For a few moments she stared at him, eyes wide and glistening with tears that threatened to fall.
Razor furrowed his eyebrows together, moving to put his calloused hands on the shorter female's arms in concern for her, as some sort of support.
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"
"Please, call me that again." Her quiet plea cut off Razor's panicked apology.
"Again? I... Okay."
After swallowing, he opened his lips to speak.
"Sister."
Her thin arms wrapped around his broader shoulders, pulling him close to her as she buried her head into his neck, tears flowing freely as small sobs began to emit from her.
The image of her younger brother overlapped with the wild boy's, overjoyed to be called in such an affectionate manner, yet filled with grief that the one she wanted to hear it from, would never call her that again.