I saw that one anon ask @sm-baby about OC siblings and I really wanted to make some for Piva!
⋄ Bibi and Agua tend to stick together a lot. Extroveter adopting the Introvert and all that.
⋄ They like each others texture you'll find them melding hands a lot!
⋄ Buttery tends to stick to the players, helping those who ask for it. She's aware of her sisters temper so she'll keep troublemakers out of Piva's hair.
⋄ Out of the four, Buttery is a fan favorite, garnering people to come ask her for photos. They take advantage of this by making people win certain games for the photo.
⋄ Ragatha thinks this is extortion, Buttery thinks its a way to keep the grounds moving and less problems for the sisters.
⋄ Bibi likes to join Pomni for some of her performances, much to Pomni's dismay (Absolutely no form or grace, its like watching a firecracker tied to a hotdog)
⋄ Agua's been dubbed the babysitter, keeping younger players company, kind of like a constant easy-mode/tutorial tips avatar.
⋄ Buttery makes herself shorter for the players by moving her access mass to fill out the skirt of her dress. She moves how a slug does, only much much faster.
featuring Cironus (@tides-that-bind-us) and Danmalaak (@this-rock-floats)
Several days had passed since the pod began its journey to the Isles. They did not stop their crawl across Necluda once over these several days, outside small detours to hunt. When it came to rest, they did not stop to sleep; instead, they worked in shifts with assigned resting groups. When one group slept, the rest of the pod would carry them along and then trade off with each other to rest as needed without losing travel time.
For the most part, there was not much to see this far out to sea. But that was until the water grew much cooler than the surrounding sea. They were passing over something very large and very deep. The pod knew this place well; it was the Trench that separated Necluda from South Necluda, the Mourning River.
With the crazy energy from the first day being long burnt out of the calves, but their curiosity still in full swing, several swam up to Danmalaak to pester him with every question that had popped into their heads.
"You have a shell on your back! Is it part of you? Are Gorons like turtles, kinda like how Zora are like fish?"
"What do Gorons like to eat?"
"Are the rocks on your chest part of you, too? How do you style rock hair?"
"How good do you swim? Is it hard to?"
"How long have you been friends with Cironus?"
"Someone said you're married to a shrimp Zora! Is that true or just someone telling a fib? Do you have rock shrimp babies???"
As the children continued their onset of questions about their new Goron podmember, Zalfe swam up to Cironus, "Hey, Cironus, since you will be swimming these waters, I gotta show you something important. My brother can help charter along Danmalaak while I show you. Follow me."
And she vanished, diving straight down. She waited at the top of the trench until the Zorca followed and continued to dive deeper while explaining.
"I don't know if your pod was in Necluda during the events of the Daunting Wail, a little less than 30 years ago, or if you've even heard of it. But we have a memorial to the 3,000 lives lost in this part of the mourning river."
She placed her hand on his shoulder and pointed his gaze down towards a shallower part of the trench
"Over there."
"See those massive ribs? That's what's left of the Great Eel. When we felled it, we used its body to feed what was left of the pod and dumped its body here in the mourning river. A majority of the Eel bones, we do not care what you do with them. Carve 'Cironus was here' into one if you feel like it; we wouldn't care. Hell, some might even get a laugh if they stumble on it." She shrugged but pointed more intently.
"But do you see those song bead chains tied to some of the ribs? If you and your companions are ever exploring down here in the Mourn, spelunking, hunting, whatever. I kindly request that you refrain from cutting or damaging the chains or the ribs they are tied to. They are replicas of the very ones worn by the members who died due to that beast's rampage. Memories of the tragedy."
"It would be a much more personal slight to damage them. This isn't an ancestral burial site or a graveyard where we bury our dead. But this is a memorial to a very sensitive recent event for the pod. Because all of us, aside from many of the children, knew these people when they were alive. The fathers of several of the calves you've recently met fell to it. Every single one of us lost someone to that thing. Some lost parents, some lost friends, some lost their siblings, or their mates...and...some of us even lost children." She paused and touched the swirled pink shell on her neck.
"We loved these people so much. And despite how long it's been... It's still a recent, painful sting in our hearts. To disgrace or damage their memories would hurt the pod more deeply than you could imagine. Just promise you guys won't mess with it once you're comfortable traveling around the place or if you ever choose to head back to Hyrule." She eyed him, her amber eyes noticeably duller in color while a hand protectively covered her spiral shell, "Please."
Her expression changed as if she had realized she was making an overly serious one by letting lingering emotions bubble back up, and she unclasped her shell and shook her head, giving a bright smile as her eyes then brightened to their usual amber color.
"We have many places for recording much happier memories, of course! This is just one of those solemn ones to be extra careful around. But let's not dwell too long! Don't wanna bog down the fun ahead of us!" She clapped her hands together and began to float back toward the surface, "On a different note! Those big ol' fish swimming down there are actually quite tasty! We call them Fire Back Salmon! They are a little spicy unless you cook them, and their bites burn. But they are excellent raw or roasted!"
Continued from this excellent intro done by @songofnewlife
“Zalfe! Hey! I br—”
Cironus was interrupted by the swarm of children that surrounded him in the blink of an eye. He could barely register their questions since they were all being voiced at the same time, but he was also in awe over how many there were.
He remained in place so as not to bump into any of them by accident and tried his best to hear out their questions. Wee and Lili’s shrieks of delight only made it all the more difficult.
“LOOK AT ALL THE BABIES!!”
“Uhh hi! You can call me Cironus. The shrimp on my head are Wee & Lili and—”
Cironus turned to see that the kids were forming a chorus line around the creature on the raft.
"Whats that?" one child asked.
"A Goron." He heard one of the adults respond.
"Will you sink if you fall in water?"
One of the kids was evidently trying to test this, grabbing the side of the boat and tipping it to the side.
"Uh oh!" cried Danmalaak, gripping the side of the boat in an exaggerated display of trying to steady it - though in actuality, he was making it sway more and more wildly. "Uh oh! I don't know! UH OH OH NOOOOOOOO--"
As the box raft swayed its wildest, Danmalaak leapt over the squealing calves' heads, flinging himself as though knocked overboard. There was a collective YELP as the goron hit the waters - but instead of plunging into the depths as the kids feared (or hoped?), he barely made any ripples as he bobbed like a cork. Indeed, a solid half of the goron floated above the waves, far more than anyone had any right to do, and he sported the most delighted “oops, gotcha!” grin as he pinned his hands on his swim trunks’ waistband.
“Bet’cha didn’t think that’d happen!” he exclaimed as the kids SCREAMED in approval. “Just don’t try that on any of those Hyrule gorons. Remember, ‘red and gray will float away, yellow and brown will sink right d-AAAAGH–”
Danmalaak failed to realize that he’d just inadvertently given a pod of hyperactive children their best pool toy yet. In mere seconds, they were crawling all over him, already playing a rules-free game of King of the Hill as they tried to climb onto his head.
"Thats it, Piva! You're DONE."
"NOOO! NO NO NO, FJORD! I DIDN'T DO NUTHIN!"
"NOPE! You're done. Pon! Come get your creature!"
Cironus lowered his head so Pon couldn’t see him grinning and laughing. He didn’t find their punishment amusing, only that they were so darn cute. The wild energy of all the children reminded him of his little brother, Kaso. And all the trouble they would get into.
He looked up when he heard Zalfe approach and apologize for the scene. Still smiling, he shook his head.
“It’s all good!”
Meanwhile, Danmalaak was suppressing his own laughter as he grabbed a rope on the raft’s side.
“Hah! Yeah, no need to–hurp– worry,” he said, climbing back on. “I’ve had my share of zor-kid dunkings over the years. Comes with being the first rockboy who doesn’t fall to pieces in the ocean, you know?”
“That’s Danmalaak,” Cironus added by way of introducing him to Zalfe. “He’s sort of been my neighbor back on Eventide. I told him all the details about the rules, too. He wanted to tag along to make sure I settled in.”
“He’s my husband!” Wee added, obviously forgoing the pet rock story.
Cironus’ smile did not waver. He had nothing to add to that, but judging from the piano smash of a facial expression on his friend’s face, he knew if he laughed, Danmalaak would tie all the ballast he had available to drag him to the bottom of the sea.
“Love comes in all shapes and sizes,” the goron deadpanned through gritted teeth.
Thankfully, Zalfe pressed on with her side of the introductions by gesturing towards the massive figure she’d introduced as Fjord. As Cironus turned his head, getting a better look at the Zorphin who whisked Piva away, his smile vanished.
His jaw dropped.
Danmalaak wasn’t kidding about the pretty faces. Holy Hylia.
Cironus jerked his head back to focus on Zalfe again who was talking about their pod name, the Cackling Coral pod, and their leader, Sylphon. His eyes followed to where Zalfe pointed at the bickering pair.
Wow, he looks like he has some stories to tell, Cironus thought, admiring Sylphon’s scars. He couldn’t suppress the chortle when she described her mother, though. As he watched Loqua and Sylphon argue he couldn’t help but take note of the similarities Zalfe shared with her mother.
This time, he was going to keep his compliments to himself. He didn’t think 45 Zorphins needed a second helping of his trademark word salad, if only so he could at least last a full day in the pod.
With basic introductions made, and Danmalaak back on his raft, Cironus’ smile came back.
“It is a little bit, but we’re all looking forward to this. I seriously can’t thank you enough for this opportunity, Zalfe.”
“Absolutely!” added Danmalaak, nodding. “Even being a guest around here’s going to be fascinating. And again, thanks for letting me pal around for the time being! It means a lot.”
“Let’s get this show on the road!” Wee shouted at the top of her lungs. ”Here’s to Team Cackling Coral!”
