Thread: Starcrossed in Hyrule (MarioxGunner)

Huh. Piran wasn't expecting Kira to freeze in place looking like some buck caught in a hunter's eye. It was nearly enough to make his friendly smile falter and twist into a forced, sheepish one, but fortunately, a period of awkwardness never came to pass between them. She took the Staminoka Bass with what looked to be a shy smile while Piran scooped up one of her apples she had passed his way. Strange to see this Sheikah Spitfire looking like that when she was rather confrontational and defensive just awhile ago, but Piran wasn't going to press Kira for an explanation. He figured she just wasn't used to interacting with Zora. Though fruit wasn't a big part of a Zora's diet, Piran took the cooked apple- so warm and smelling oh-so-sweet- and tore into it with his razor-sharp teeth. He wasn't expecting much out of an apple tossed into or near a fire, and yet the sweetness took him by storm and made his brow lurch skyward while his eyes brightened in surprise. Not bad, not bad at all. He alternated between his seasoned bass and the apple as Kira rattled off her story about her horse. Zoras did not ride horses, but Piran could understand the bond between a Hylian and their horse. The burly Zora seemed to have a morbid sense of humour as well as he chuckled with Kira on the gruesome death of that Bokoblin, though Kira's shaking body and her musical tone struck him silent and attentive. There was something about this Sheikah's voice that enticed Piran. At first he thought it was grating, but now that Kira was in a conversational mood, Piran realized that she sounded rather nice. He could see himself listening to another story if she so wished to tell one. He wondered where this horse, Boko, really was given how poorly Piran was with maps and vague landscape descriptions, but if he were to guess, he would say somewhere in Akkala near that dammed mountain. That would be a very long journey one Piran wasn't looking forward to. But maybe travelling with Kira wouldn't be that bad... I'm glad you like it, Piran hummed back as Kira seemed to double-down on that Staminoka Bass. Easily schmoozed, Piran's smile shifted into a simper while his chest puffed out in a display of pride. We Zora know how to catch the best fish. It's all about quality. Not quantity. Plus, with a little know-how of herbs and an eye for detail, you can take the fauna growing in the water, dry it out and make good seasoning out of it. Alright, that was enough boasting for... at least half an hour. When the topic switched over to the Lynel, Piran was quick to scoff off the apology. Oh well, don't worry yourself over it. If things had gone my way, you know, killing that Lynel by myself? I wager the others back home wouldn't believe me. Better to have a witness. There was some kind of phenonemon called the 'Blood Moon' that was supposed to resurrect slain monsters loyal to Calamity Ganon, but Piran figured it was pure nonsense. He had never seen a Blood Moon himself and figured all the monsters out in the world today were the result of uncontrolled breeding and too few people willing to put the scum to the sword. There was no way that this red-maned Lynel was coming back, Piran thought with another scoff. But to answer your question... Yeah, it's been causing a bit of trouble, but that's no longer something to worry about anymore. The broad-shouldered Zora did notice Kira's change in position, but it was only until he saw the oil dripping down her chest did he give her his full attention once again. At first, he was concerned that the oil might burn the skin, and so he reached for some of the Lizalfos cloth to rip out a rag-sized portion. But when the oil was smeared about over her chest... By Hylia, Piran froze and felt his heart skip a beat. It was a little known fact that Zoras loved oil, and though most of it was used for cooking hearty dishes, there was another use for it. The females, in private company, would spread specially distilled oil over their bodies as part of... well, to call it a 'mating ritual' would be rather poetic. Uh... Piran was staring now with that cloth rag clenched tightly in his hands. Eventually, he shook himself free of the influence, blushing and stuttering as he handed the rag over to Kira. Um, uh, h-here. Use this.