"Tag!" Came the squeak from Farore. It was one of the few actual
words he could say.
Spiri hovered near to him, studying the crystals. "Erm..." She
voiced her uncertainty, feeling more confused than she'd like to
admit, which frustrated her.
Bri ran after Farore. He underestimated Farore’s speed. He grinned
as this could be training from him. Each time his sandals hit the
floor, water splashed around it, he moved quicker
Gira was chained to the wall, bleed from a head wound he had
revived upon being hand handled into the cell. He awoke with a
groan “Oww.....” he muttered