#gaele!

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gaele!!!!! comm by @dialga64bitz !!!

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"Have you eaten anything? Well now I’M making you something!" for gaele

it wasn't often she was home at the hideout, but her visits were HIGHLY REGARDED by her master, as her home cooking was a prime asset to his mornings. ( those banana crepes weren't just a commodity! ) gaele briefly rises from her mat, where body lay out and hair spills over her loose fitting sleepwear. drowsily she stirs, heels of hands rubbing at sleep sunken eyes, the slow start to her morning interrupted by her favorite person. çest la vie. . .

" mm? master kohga, what time is it? . . . "

the crest of morning sun had yet to veer into canyon's view, leaving all but the scapes of sky darkened within their rooms. crimson eyes blink steadily to sharpen her consciousness, body lifted slowly to her feet where she resembles that of a shambling gibdo. soles shuffle the floor as she advances towards his voice, hand outreached to cling for support onto anything nearby.

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STUDY . 🍌

thinking about how gaele views MASTER KOHGA and GANON, i'd have to take away from her childhood. to say it was troubled is easier than saying she never truly had closure. one evening, her parents were home, and the next they were missing in action. gaele never found the truth as to how or why her parents disappeared, but she suspects it has something to do with the reappearance of ancient sheikah tech and link's awakening. then again, by that point, she's already been indicted into the yiga —– which is years later. it's always easiest to pass the blame.

KOHGA accepted her in with open arms, though to say her rambunctious spirit was difficult to tame would be an understatement. she now finds herself far from home, exploring the wilds of hebra instead of the gerudo highlands, a place master kohga would've preferred to keep her close by. as a foot soldier, she deserves no special treatment, but it'd easily be denied if you suggested gaele isn't at least viewed as one of his many children. back in her youth, she used to de-feather the clan's pillows to add onto her scarf, and often her shenanigans related to birds found her in the hot seat. kohga has certainly reprimanded her countless times, but it seems gaele's set in her ways, and he's learned now to live with it.

as for GANON, gaele's not entirely sold on the "praise the calamity" lifestyle, although it's more of a blind following. she listens and nods, but in truth, is more likely confused by the prophecy talk. her way of life is "live, raise, be cuckoo", so anything like the sheikah tribe's way or yiga clan's destiny leave her scratching her head. gaele isn't one to see the bigger picture, just the means to the end of a goal. ganondorf himself is a terrifying idea to her, a man capable of challenging hyrule itself? it's obvious why she'd be a little reserved about confronting or submitting herself to his presence.

i'll probably ramble more later, just a rough lil drabble.

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@mightiestbanana : " Shhh, don’t make ‘im mad, Gaele! "

" PHOOEY ! he's lucky i don't spit or bite unless provoked. "

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looks between her two dads. under her breath ; " may a thousand cuckoo peck upon his fiery furrowed brow. "

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. > @redempti !

gloom spread like cancerous cells, multiplied through scourged lands and sea, breeding malice - hate - unjust rage through each cycle of the moon. to a yiga clan member, this spoke of the prophecy, the rise of the calamity. . . of lord ganondorf's ascent. to simple little gaele, all this was was a small panging headache of misunderstanding. nothing made sense ; the sky ran red, the moon filled with blood, and chitinous appendages rose to raise the depths into the skies. up was down, down was up, and where she stood in the middle left her tumbling head over heels.

summoned by master kohga, she assumed her mission easy. . . a mere delivery to the pocketed cove cast away from sights and sounds, in a rich darkness unearthed from the vast abyss itself. alone, and torn from her wits, gaele stands at the precipice where dense smog rolls of cavernous opening, and the deep descent looms with brimstone. her voice calls out, hollowed by the empty walls and chambers further in, hoping to rile whomever lay dormant to present forward. " h- hello? delivery from the YIGA CLAN. "

feathers brush back against scaped chin, as death blows an exhale from entrance's maw, chills shot down young member's spine. it's a domineering and intimidating sight, and as desperately as she wishes to back down, to cower and shrivel back. . . she clings to the insatiable urge to NOT DISAPPOINT kohga.

something moves, whispers call. . . and mindless steps venture in, without a light source beyond that of adjusting eyes. swallowed whole by the environment beyond what barely sees, demons shift and shadow her bleak movements inward to lair's heart, pitifully weak pitter-pats of feet carrying wayward soul into the mouth of the king's chambers. a lone fire sparks ahead, one of pure crimson and scarlet dances. a brief light of hope, so she thinks.

and so, gaele advances. . . persuaded by the dim flicker of a demon's flame and deception.

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>. @mightiestbanana !

the trek back home was always an arduous journey, from the landscapes of snow and tundra, hebra mountains often left her nary a semblance of heat. to return to home's hideaway meant readjusting to temperates and climates long since admonished. stepping back into sweltering heat that clings and chafes cuckoo feathers to sweat beading neck, canyon dust kicks and settles with each step, ever carelessly adventuring gaele clambering along. she checks once, twice, three times over to ensure her carver's place on her backside --- but never once questions the soft hiss of approaching steam.

one topside turn of yiga clan's appearance in smoke throws her lopsided and fumbling into tumbleweeds, upside down and demoncarver asunder to her supposed enemy. now, one would hardly recognize a soldier amongst another, but this arrival bared a belly double the size of any clan member. eyes mist and grow wide with recognition, usually winter-hoarse voice now rasping free a croon of delight.

" MASTER KOHGA! oh my hylia, i didn't --- i thought--- HI. RIGHT. okie dokie, hang on. fruits. where are my manners. " she scrambles upright, skitters forward on her knees to properly bow with fists to the dirt at her mentor and savior, let alone father figure for the past odd sum of years. bananas! she owed him, as homage, per every mission's return. gloves scatter through the dirt, lift rocks, search every granule of sand for what she assumes she's dropped. . . until gaele processes thought for the first time since kohga's arrival.

" oh---- right. my pockets. " a singular, pathetic banana is produced, her last of rations. . . " it's. um. all that i have. "