Thread: Starcrossed in Hyrule (MarioxGunner)

Heard that Gorons are a gregarious group of people, Dorian replied with a smirk just like Kira's. Really her smirk would be like her father's. He nodded some was Piran explained still grinning as they walked towards the village. If you're with Kira I'm not too concerned. He pause a moment before guffawing loudly to himself. I meant traveling with of course. Piran towered above all three Sheikah. Dorian was the tallest of the three but still only came up to Piran's neck. Even still Dorian possessed a large presence. He was the leader, of a sorts, of the village guards. However few there were any more. The village was small but it sprawled over layered hills. The scents of fresh breads and cooking meats filled the air alongside the earthy smells of fresh turned dirt and leaves. Nearly each building was identical, if varied in size, except for the tall temple that stood before a sweeping waterfall. Dorian didn't take them there, not yet. Instead he took them up a small hill to their family home. Inside a woman who could easily be Kira's older sister was leaning over a pot, stirring and humming. Her other hand rested on her very pregnant stomach. Kiyo, my love, look who I found, Dorian said with a big grin. The woman looked up and her eyes went first to the towering orange Zora before dropping and settling on Kira. The ladle clattered out of her hand in shock. Kira looked no better. Kira! You're pregnant?! The women shouted together. Kiyo smiled and rubbed her very distended belly, not even hidden in the robes Sheikah women wore. Kira went forward and embraced Kiyo, tightly yet gently. And who is this tall, strapping Zora? Kiyo asked with a wry smile. Deep down there was a note of sadness in the woman's eyes but she kept it as hidden as she could. Mom...meet Piran. I have a story for you, Kira said with a laugh. Yes, ten years of stories. Well make yourselves comfortable. We'll have some lunch and you can...freshen up a little before going to see Impa. Kira notably winced at that idea but gave no argument. The table was quickly set. It was lucky that the Sheikah ate crosslegged on the floor rather than chairs. With Piran's size he might have had to stand to eat. As they ate Kira regaled her mother and father about the Lynel and meeting Piran. Dorian, being a warrior himself, was enthralled. He had never fought a Lynel before. Kira was animated in the story, inviting Piran to jump in as well for the story. Kiyo, however, seemed distant as the story was told. She ate her food and sipped her tea but seemed to be elsewhere mentally. Occasionally her eyes flicked to Kira, then back to space, then to Piran, and back to space again. I was on my way to visit anyways...but our weapons were lost in the fight... Kira said slowly, broaching the topic of needing weapons. I have some rupees in my pouch but the rest are with Boko, my horse. Dorian waved his hand dismissively. We have weapons of course but....you aren't staying? His question brought any joviality to a halt. Kiyo's face became pinched and a little while while Kira cringed a little. Just...a day or two...Piran has to get home and I have to go find Boko. I promise I'll come back. I had intended on staying a month or two but... she glanced over to Piran. She owed it to him to see him back home at the very least. Besides she was starting to enjoy the Zora's company. Boko was great but not much of a conversationalist. It was nice to have company. Not just company but...Piran specifically. You know where the bath house is, go get cleaned up, her mother said shortly as she struggled to her feet. With an awkward, waddling gate she went to a chest of drawers and pulled out some clothing, handing it to Kira. She paused to look at Piran but gave a wan smile. I suppose you are fine as you are? I'm not sure we'd have anything to fit you anyways, she said apologetically. Kira nodded before getting up. She led Piran further up the hill to a smaller sort of hut, still identical to the homes though. As soon as the door opened a waft of steam enveloped them. Inside was a pool of water, halfway segmented for privacy but allowing more than one bather. The pool was almost cloudy looking and had a feint earthy yet metallic smell. Pretty nice right? It's nearly ancient but water is piped in from an underground hot spring. It's constantly moving so it stays clean. The water looks murky but it's full of minerals, relaxes the body and makes you feel refreshed. She said as she headed to one side of the divide to disrobe and slide into the water. It was murky enough to hide nudity so it wasn't entirely uncommon that several of the village might be in there at once and, with the half divided screen, maintain some modesty before wading into the open area of the bath.