We like OCs here, right? Even if they're only partially "O"...

[ancestralhero]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the usual deal that we try to convince you to keep us away from these games? Your face says enough. And if that really is the case... then why are you recoiling in horror at the idea of putting me in a game?

It could be useful! They always have perks, don't they? I need as many of those as I can get, and I'll deal with the downsides. Herinn even agrees! [ Rustle-rustle-jingle goes the feather laced with a leather necklace-cord. ] Ganondorf and Sulfryn don't have forever. But you... oh, I get it. It's work. You're being lazy.

All right, have it your way. This isn't the last you'll hear of it.

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[hardworkingprince]

Laziness should never be tolerated when there is work to be done! Especially if it is going to pay off and turn into fun.

[ancestralhero]

You... sound like my father.

[ Also, you look like some poor sprite that fell down a lizalfos gullet and came out the other end. What? ]

Either way, there is little I can do except keep pushing her forward in the dark hours. It's the best time to get them with their guard down.

[hardworkingprince]

Is that a bad thing? I suppose it is. I never mean to sound like anyone's father. I apologize.

[The little... whatever he is, bows.]

Just be sure to take it one step at a time. In order to make a large katamari and reach the goal before you, you must start small and gradually work your way up! Patience is a virtue~ ☆

[ancestralhero]

Papa loves to lecture. I would swear before the Heroes that he's done it in his sleep before.

... What's a katamari?

[hardworkingprince]

Yes, that sounds like my father, as well. Let me apologize again, for I never meant to...

[The Prince is actually visibly flustered, and he hurriedly bows again.]

A katamari is a ball to which anything smaller than it sticks.

[ancestralhero]

At least it was good advice.

[ By this point, she's knelt down to... get closer to his eye level, anyway. Her shroud billows around her, kicking up what must be a small breeze for the Prince. ]

Anything?

[hardworkingprince]

[The Prince windmills his arms a bit to maintain his balance, but it's nbd. Nothing he isn't used to. He is, after all, 5cm tall.]

Yes, anything. The bigger it gets, the bigger things a katamari can pick up. I have even rolled up planets in a katamari before.

[ancestralhero]

[ Link honestly does not know what to do with that. She eventually settles for scooting back so that she can lay closer to the ground, held up by the palms of her hands, and look the Prince straight in the eye discerningly. The feather around her neck decides it does not want to lay on the cold ground and flutters itself to rest along the back of her shoulder. ]

Why?

[hardworkingprince]

Why what?

[fiend]

Or maybe she doesn't know what exactly to do with you. Mine doesn't.

[ancestralhero]

Ugh, then why does she keep prancing me out? [ The feather ruffles again and she reaches up to cup it. ] What?

It doesn't matter, anyway. I can look for my own opportunities, I only need her to put me in the right place!

[fiend]

What would be the right pl--

... [What in the world is that thing and why is it moving.]

[ancestralhero]

[ Her head tilts, then she frowns and follows Hitoshura's line of sight. Oh. She shifts her hand to give him a better look: a white feather with blue markings laced on to the cord decorated with beads and intentional twists. Her aunt just kept adding to it whenever Link returned to Agate.

The feather itself falls still, only pulsing quietly from the dabs of color on it. ]

Never met a feather sprite before?

[fiend]

No. [That's no Pixie, definitely.]

It's not a demon, is it?

[ancestralhero]

Of course not. [ Her stance shifts, subtly, to something much readier to spring into action should this man not be appeased. ] He's a sprite. Feather magic come to life thanks to the Woods.

[fiend]

Mm. [He would have been called a demon in Shura's world anyway. It just all boils down to what race. Maybe a Jirae or Fairy.]

He has some opinions, huh?

[ancestralhero]

[ Fairy, definitely. ]

He always does. This time... he's probably reminding me it's partially my own fault. [ SIGH. ]

[pterosaur]

[Janine can't help but loom a little.]

Okay, first, hero-type, I am not here to fight anything, so can we skip that part of the conversation?

[ancestralhero]

[ Link isn't intimidated; she's been an acquaintance of Ganondorf's since she was five. That man is a champion loomer twenty-eight years running. ]

... Are you Tilean? The ones I've met are more humanoid, but... Or are you a shopkeep? [ Shush, those are about the only type of non-aggressive monsters she's ever met. ]

[pterosaur]

Nope. I'm a Janine. We're all free-spirited artists who tend to be aloof and a little sarcastic.

[ancestralhero]

Ah, all right. I've never met a janine before. Excuse my questions. [ As sarcastic and irritable as Link can be, she's also near-royalty which means she does have manners... somewhere. ] What sort of art do you make?

[pterosaur]

That's fine. Until recently we pretty much kept to ourselves anyway.

We paint, we arrange rocks, we carve stone... Me, I'm interested in carving letters into rocks and making them into poems you can see from the sky. Not sure I'm much good yet, but it passes the time.

[ancestralhero]

What changed?

Have you ever met the Gorons? They love rocks, mossy ones especially.

[pterosaur]

A chance to leave the Cretaceous popped up, and we took it.

Can't say I have. The only people in the Cretaceous were Janine.

[...not sure now of the border between kind of being trolly and she's spent way too long with no one to talk to.]

[ancestralhero]

[ Poor Janine. It's okay, Link will talk with you! ]

Were you... contained somewhere? [ Cut off? It's entirely possible with the state of the tunnel systems in the Sands... ] When you get the chance, you should see about looking for them. They live in the Woods; it's impossible to miss from the sky.