Post by Iona on Jun 24, 2011 17:13:06 GMT -6
Iona Solas and her companion happily romped through the massive forest, coming upon a clearing. They looked completely out of place as a Zora in the Goron Village might. For the girl was dressed in the uniform most Gerudo women wear but the color of hers was a dark green as opposed to the typical purple and trimmed in gold. Yet, unlike the Gerudo, her hair was as black and shiny as a raven's wing. Her large amber eyes took in the rich surrounding greenery with the curiosity and naivete of a six year old on a holiday. Her companion, a nine foot long Eagle Snake, a rare and intelligent species of snake that eats eagles, was perhaps the first snake to see the Lost Woods.
A tiny sparrow, attracted to the light reflected off Iona's elaborate jewelry, fluttered near at hand, its happy beady eyes focused on her ornate emerald and golden diamond circlet, or perhaps the net weave of silver and various sparkling gems acting as a headband in her hair? Or her nearly paper thin gold bangles, her emerald armbands? Its head making minute tilts, it seemed confused as to which adornment to be transfixed by. Iona cooed at the cute, fat feathered thing, letting it settle onto her finger.
In a flurry of fang and scale, her reptilian companion promptly swallowed Iona's new found friend and emitted a miniscule belch. The balled form of the sparrow traveled down his body quickly. Dismayed, she swatted him upside the head. "Aetis! He could've led us to the ocean! And you ate him, you fat lard! I swear, you'll be a green sausage by the time we get to the sea!" she scolded. Aetis blinked blankly at her. She starts up suddenly, sniffing the air audibly.
"You smell that? It smells like...the spray of the sea, the brine of the ocean..." she trails off dramatically, taking a few steps forward and gazing into the distance. Aetis flicks his tongue at her. Iona ignored him. "I smell the salt of the surf, the fresh crispness of the breeze..." He flicks his tongue more urgently. "I can almost feel the sands of the shore under my feet, the...ugh, what do you want, Aetis? I'm busy sniffing the ocean!" He nudges her arm and pointedly stared at the ground. She followed his gaze. Next to her immaculate green slipper, with several flies buzzing excitedly over it, laid a pile of poop.
She gasps, almost frightened by the sight of the disgusting thing and its proximity to her foot. Then her face turned a scarlet. She swiftly threw Aetis to the ground. Fine! I see how it is! You want to find the sea on your own! Well, go ahead! I'll look over here and you'll look there and everything will be hunky dory!" she shouted and pivoted on her heel, stomping off in that direction. Aetis loosely coiled up a distance away from the poop and sighed, waiting patiently. Moments and a few eaten butterflies later, Aetis saw Iona storm into view, glare at him, and start off again. A shorter period of time later, she burst from the nearby thicket of shrubs, saw him, and sniffed contemptously, going off another direction. Aetis watched her wander into view a few seconds later, holding her head and looking lost and confused. She crossed her arms and plopped hard onto her bottom, giving a growl of frustration. Her face was turned away from him.
Aetis slithered slowly and hesitantly to her, fully aware from experience how Iona can be when irked. He flicked his tongue at her when he was a foot away. She gave him a fiery glance and turned away quickly. He slid onto her knee and raised himself eye level to her and butted his head against her chin. She relented. She held him to her tightly, rocking from side to side a little. Aetis's eyes buled out of his head slightly. "Oh, Aetis! You know I can't stay mad at you! I'm sorry too! It's those stupid little kids' fault; they're retarded and tricked us or something." she cried and lets him go. He gasped for air on the ground. Her mood restored, Iona chattered on.
"How were we supposed to know that they did not even know where the ocean is? I mean, the fact that they're all short and they worship a tree should've given it away. But they might as well as live under a rock because they don't know anything. They don't know anything because they don't know what is there to be known, you know? And because their parents and their parents and their parents and their parents and so on didn't know anything, they themselves don't and will never knew of anything known because they don't know what they don't know. So that's why they don't know why that they don't know what everybody knew of which is known by everybody and is common knowledge of knowing what is there to know" Breathless, Iona stops to take a breath and looked pleased with herself. Unfortunately, she started on again, even faster than before on the topic of the wisdom of goats and ducks and filled the woods with her words. Aetis wished, almost prayed to Goddesses he doesn't know of that some miracle would shut up his shiny companion.
A tiny sparrow, attracted to the light reflected off Iona's elaborate jewelry, fluttered near at hand, its happy beady eyes focused on her ornate emerald and golden diamond circlet, or perhaps the net weave of silver and various sparkling gems acting as a headband in her hair? Or her nearly paper thin gold bangles, her emerald armbands? Its head making minute tilts, it seemed confused as to which adornment to be transfixed by. Iona cooed at the cute, fat feathered thing, letting it settle onto her finger.
In a flurry of fang and scale, her reptilian companion promptly swallowed Iona's new found friend and emitted a miniscule belch. The balled form of the sparrow traveled down his body quickly. Dismayed, she swatted him upside the head. "Aetis! He could've led us to the ocean! And you ate him, you fat lard! I swear, you'll be a green sausage by the time we get to the sea!" she scolded. Aetis blinked blankly at her. She starts up suddenly, sniffing the air audibly.
"You smell that? It smells like...the spray of the sea, the brine of the ocean..." she trails off dramatically, taking a few steps forward and gazing into the distance. Aetis flicks his tongue at her. Iona ignored him. "I smell the salt of the surf, the fresh crispness of the breeze..." He flicks his tongue more urgently. "I can almost feel the sands of the shore under my feet, the...ugh, what do you want, Aetis? I'm busy sniffing the ocean!" He nudges her arm and pointedly stared at the ground. She followed his gaze. Next to her immaculate green slipper, with several flies buzzing excitedly over it, laid a pile of poop.
She gasps, almost frightened by the sight of the disgusting thing and its proximity to her foot. Then her face turned a scarlet. She swiftly threw Aetis to the ground. Fine! I see how it is! You want to find the sea on your own! Well, go ahead! I'll look over here and you'll look there and everything will be hunky dory!" she shouted and pivoted on her heel, stomping off in that direction. Aetis loosely coiled up a distance away from the poop and sighed, waiting patiently. Moments and a few eaten butterflies later, Aetis saw Iona storm into view, glare at him, and start off again. A shorter period of time later, she burst from the nearby thicket of shrubs, saw him, and sniffed contemptously, going off another direction. Aetis watched her wander into view a few seconds later, holding her head and looking lost and confused. She crossed her arms and plopped hard onto her bottom, giving a growl of frustration. Her face was turned away from him.
Aetis slithered slowly and hesitantly to her, fully aware from experience how Iona can be when irked. He flicked his tongue at her when he was a foot away. She gave him a fiery glance and turned away quickly. He slid onto her knee and raised himself eye level to her and butted his head against her chin. She relented. She held him to her tightly, rocking from side to side a little. Aetis's eyes buled out of his head slightly. "Oh, Aetis! You know I can't stay mad at you! I'm sorry too! It's those stupid little kids' fault; they're retarded and tricked us or something." she cried and lets him go. He gasped for air on the ground. Her mood restored, Iona chattered on.
"How were we supposed to know that they did not even know where the ocean is? I mean, the fact that they're all short and they worship a tree should've given it away. But they might as well as live under a rock because they don't know anything. They don't know anything because they don't know what is there to be known, you know? And because their parents and their parents and their parents and their parents and so on didn't know anything, they themselves don't and will never knew of anything known because they don't know what they don't know. So that's why they don't know why that they don't know what everybody knew of which is known by everybody and is common knowledge of knowing what is there to know" Breathless, Iona stops to take a breath and looked pleased with herself. Unfortunately, she started on again, even faster than before on the topic of the wisdom of goats and ducks and filled the woods with her words. Aetis wished, almost prayed to Goddesses he doesn't know of that some miracle would shut up his shiny companion.