Najaran of Gilman Isle on Rakan (
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Gardening in the Garden Car? OTA
Who: Najaran, her new Card, and OTA.
Where: Garden
When: The first several days after platform
What: Najaran fretting over her new creature.
Warnings: Angst, death and violence mentions.
Ever since Najaran got this little one, she hasn't done her chores obsessively like she usually does.
She'd been draggy and down since the end of the mission, but since the platform it had been different than just that. She'd been almost obsessive about staying in the Garden car. She'd grab food from the kitchen then just go there and stay, usually laying down near the small patch of dirt she'd gathered and the small creature resting there. She was like a mother hen that hatched a kitten by accident. She had no clue what she was doing, or if she was taking care of the baby properly. but she felt like she had to try. HAD TO.
Where: Garden
When: The first several days after platform
What: Najaran fretting over her new creature.
Warnings: Angst, death and violence mentions.
Ever since Najaran got this little one, she hasn't done her chores obsessively like she usually does.
She'd been draggy and down since the end of the mission, but since the platform it had been different than just that. She'd been almost obsessive about staying in the Garden car. She'd grab food from the kitchen then just go there and stay, usually laying down near the small patch of dirt she'd gathered and the small creature resting there. She was like a mother hen that hatched a kitten by accident. She had no clue what she was doing, or if she was taking care of the baby properly. but she felt like she had to try. HAD TO.
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"I think it's a song for kids." He noticed how the little creature struggled in her grasp, and cleared his throat. "I think your friend wants to be free."
Link is seriously singing girl scout songs? LOL
"I believe he means the Woodfolk."
"The... oh!" she let go quickly and set the baby in the spoil with an absent pat on its leaves. It looked angry and turned its back on her, sulking.
She didn't seem to notice. She looked up at Link to say something, then blinked as if seeing him for the first time. "Are... Are you a nymph?" She said the words in a near whisper, as if hope and pain were both in them.
He was a boy scout in the other reality, pffft. I figure he'd be aware of it at least :D
Link watched the little Woodfolk with a smile. After a moment, he pulled his Ocarina out and played Saria's Song for the young creature.
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The creature glanced back when he began to play.
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"I look like my dad, I think," she said softly. "But I don't remember my mom at all. But the train made us think we were kids again recently, so my memories of my dad are fresh again." Yes, she was choosing to see that as a silver lining. "And lots of people here are really nice to kids."
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"Like I said, now I remember my father more clearly, and I got to see that even when people don't know who I am, they're all very kind here."
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He knew virtually nothing of his own, actually knowing more of his mother from just the snippet the Deku Sprout had told him.
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"I've had two adoptive fathers," he said. "One, was the Great Deku Tree, and, he was a father to all the Kokiri. I wish he'd told me a lot sooner that I was not one myself, it would have been easier to fit in if I'd known I was actually a different race. And if they had known."
Link smiled a little. "My new adoptive father is worrywort bookworm." He paused. "Not... not literally. He's human." He had to specify, he realized, having just said his first adoptive father had been a Tree.
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The Great Deku Tree, being...well, a tree, hadn't really provided much physical protection. Spiritual guidance, yes, but, physical needs, no.
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