A Family Of Storytellers

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@reyna-the-divine asked:  💭(For Konda's memory of marrying Sukari)

      Konda took a deep breath, staring into the pool of water at his feet. He couldn’t believe he was standing here. He used to wake up in fear of this day, endless nightmares plaguing him of a life in shackles. Yet today, his heart fluttered about at the thought of his soon-to-be wife. Though even her brimming light wasn’t enough to shake away every storm cloud that came.

      Konda knelt down beside the water, eyes wandering his reflection. His coat looked so much more… vivid than it had the last time he looked at his own reflection. Had it really been that long since he’d seen himself? He remembered those feathers looking like sun-bleached pineapples. Dry, unkempt, and itchy as hell. He tried to avoid the water as much as he could, disgusted and ashamed of the Rito he saw staring back at him. But for Sukari… he wanted to look his best. He couldn’t let her stand among the priest with such a disheveled, pathetic excuse of a man by her side.

      A shadow caught Konda’s eye, something hovering over his shoulder. He lifted his head, but nobody stood where the shadow was. He looked around. Sukari, Kapson, and a few other Zora stood at a fair distance, all doing their part to get ready.

      Konda sighed, turning back to the river. His eyes closed, his hands gravitating towards his hands. At the sensation of a feather pinched between his fingers, he stopped himself.

      No. Not today.

      Konda opened his eyes to yet again see the shadow over his shoulder. He leaned in, trying to get a better look. There was nobody behind him. Though this was Zora’s Domain, it could’ve very well been a Zora or a large fish beneath the surface. He leaned in, beak nearly touching the water. Yet as the ripples cleared, so too did the shadow, amber feathers curling around his shoulder.

      “Traitor!”

      Konda recoiled, water splashing as his talons frantically kicked. His wings pushed his body backwards on the luminous stone, his chest heaving as he stared at the pool with wide eyes.

      “Konda!”

      Konda turned, Sukari rushing over towards him. She threw herself to her knees, outstretching her wing. “K-Konda! A-are you okay?!”

      Konda’s trembling hands clenched, the Rito gasping. He took a few seconds, refusing to let his airways shut on him. “I-I’m fine…”

      Sukari’s expression fell. “It was her again, wasn’t it?”

      Konda tensed. He turned away, eyes falling to the ground. How he wished for once that his expressions weren’t so readable.

      “Konda…” Sukari gingerly laid her wing atop his. “We can always hold off the ceremony for another time. Don’t try to force this if you’re not ready.”

      Konda swallowed. “N-No. I want this. I really do. It’s just…”

      “Konda. You know I love you. And I know you love me.” Sukari brought her other wing around, cupping Konda’s. “If you’re not ready, then I have no problem with waiting.” She offered a soft smile. “I’d wait as long as it takes.”

      Konda offered a bittersweet smile in return. “Thanks, sweetheart.” His eyes closed. “It doesn’t matter how long we wait, though. These ghosts will continue to haunt me.” His eyes then shot open, his brow furrowing as his cupped hand squeezed hers. “But I don’t want those ghosts to control me. Not anymore.”

      A soft smile grazed Sukari’s beak. “Konda…”

      “I won’t let her take anything else away from me.” Konda gave her a solemn nod. “That I can promise you.”

      Sukari was beaming. “I believe in you.” She hummed. “And I will do whatever I can to help you keep those ghosts at bay, and help you fight them when they show up, alright?”

      Konda chuckled, his expression softening. “I love you.”

      “I love you, too…”

      “Not that I ever doubted your love, but…” Kapson walked up to the couple, both Konda and Sukari letting out gasps. They’d almost forgotten who else stood among them. “If there was ever a doubt in anyone’s mind about it, I think it’s been laid to rest.” He offered them a wink. “Take a moment to yourselves to recover. Just come to me when you’re both ready and we can begin the ceremony.”

~ TO VOICE SOMETHING ~

      You have a talent for conveying what others struggle to. Whether it be through actions or words, communication is undeniably your strong suit. You are considered incredibly thoughtful by those around around you. Perhaps you have been called eloquent, profound, or insightful. People probably often ask your thoughts, because you have a unique knack for making sense of things. 

      You make the abstract tangible, the esoteric intelligible, the nebulous understandable. You bring into reach what many otherwise couldn’t grasp. People seek you out when they seek to understand what’s beyond them. You have the unique ability to give a voice and a presence to sentiments others are unable to express. This is incredibly precious. You see, the universe is not something that makes sense on its own--it must be made sense of. For the purpose of comprehending our own existence, we dream up languages, artforms, sciences, philosophies, and religion in an attempt to describe and explain what we witness. By voicing what we perceive, we make the universe take shape. 

      Communication is essential to everything we understand. That is how meaning is constructed from the formless static noise collected by our senses. It may feel as if you are merely an observer of life, a spectator inessential to the world you watch, but people like you couldn’t be more necessary. The things you voice become real and accessible through your ability to communicate them. You aren’t here just to thoughtlessly watch the world pass you by--your existence is one that connects the pieces of an otherwise incomprehensible picture. The connections we can’t live without live and breathe through you. Every time you understand someone and make yourself understood, you are participating in the construction of reality. 

      But be careful--your ability to communicate so effectively gives you unrivaled potential to manipulate. Even that which begins as a falsehood can become reality if it is repeated enough times by enough people. What is spoken into existence cannot always be taken out so easily--so use your voice wisely. Remember: you’re here to help us understand where here is.

Tagged by: I stole it from @kiryuiegerin​ shdkjfls

100 Random Character Development Questions | Accepting!

Anonymous asked:  010. Do they believe in love at first sight?(For Konda and Sukari :3)

      Konda’s eyebrows raised. He supposed that should’ve been a natural question to ask any married couple, but it was something he admittedly didn’t think about often. 

      “A-ah, well... I guess you’ll probably surprised at my answer, but no... I don’t believe in love at first sight.” Konda wrapped a wing around his shoulder. “Er, well... I guess the way you perceive ‘love’ anyway. I mean, ‘desire’ at first sight is something that I can believe, but I wouldn’t call it ‘love.’” Konda shuffled his talons, eyes darting away. “Love is a lot more complicated. You can’t decide that you love someone simply by looking at them.”

100 Random Character Development Questions | Accepting!

Anonymous asked: 035. What is the most important rule your character lives by?  (For all of them, or just whoever you wanna have answer this one.)

      “Fight for what you love.” Konda’s eyes dart away. “Happiness isn’t always easy to obtain. That’s why when you find it, you must do whatever it takes to protect it.”

      Sukari offers a soft smile. “Be kind to those around you, and remember that everyone’s fighting a battle you know nothing about.”

      Kova proudly puffs out her chest. “Don’t forget the details! Details make everything better! Especially when you’re telling stories!”

      “The best way to start off a the day is with a big breakfast!” Fitch pats his stomach. “Dad says lots of food will help a hunter to gather his daily spoils.”

Reyna blushes more so as Sukari leans in. It wasn’t just the quality itself that had made Reyna so anxious, but it seems like Sukari has made up her mind already.

“Well, since you insist. I shall escort to my spot where I made my ice sculpture. Just, please make sure you stay close alright. I don’t want you getting lost or hurt along the way up there.” She says to Sukari. If Sukari is ready, she begins leading the Rito out of the village and up the mountain of Hebra. The monsters weren’t really an issue for Reyna, the attacks were pretty easy to dodge and to parry and counter.

When they reach high up in the mountain range, Sukari can see the sculpture sticking out amongst the snow. It seemed to be of every hero of every race standing in a victorious pose together. Daruk giving a wild cheer, Mipha a relieved exhale, Urbosa a proud smile, Revali a cocky smirk, Zelda an open mouth smile, and Link is a stoic but happy smile. Some of the details are off, and it’s clear that some of the cuts are a bit jagged. But it’s clear that Reyna tried her best with this sculpture.

      The moment they landed and Sukari laid eyes on the statues, she fell silent. The sound of her talons crunching the snow echoed through the air, the Rito walking up to each statue. It was them... the Champions...

      Sukari walked between each of them. They all looked so happy... She could only imagine seeing these faces in the flesh, each warrior standing triumphantly as they bested the darkness that laid waste to their land so many years ago. She walked up to each of them, before finally stopping in front of the Rito Champion. She outstretched her wing to his face, but pulled back at the very last moment.

Reyna looks rather shy when Sukari begins asking to see her next sculpture.

“W-Well, I actually just finished a new one in time for the new year, but it’s far from my best work I’ve made. A long time of stasis has rusted my skills after all. If you want, I can bring it down here.” She says. She wasn’t sure why Sukari seemed so interested in her works. She thought Sukari’s own jewelry was far more beautiful.

“Do you really think so? Your words hold more merit to me than the average person.”

Definitely happy to see him. And it certainly was interesting how little the Rito wore, even though they came from cold places. Their feathers must have been very good insulation, or perhaps, they used some kind of magic, the way she did?

“Feathers are so beautiful. But I think everyone is beautiful, regardless of how they look. Life is beautiful. I’m so happy to be a part of the cycle of life.”

      “You flatter me, Your Highness.” Konda bowed lightly to the princess. “I’m just speaking the truth.” 

Reyna smiles. She is very glad she managed to save her people from their plight. And seeing Sukari excited about it made her just as happy. Though she was surprised by how excited Sukari got, as she leaned back a bit when the Rito woman leaned forward.

“Well, as someone who walked the path of both a sculptor and a warrior, I actually do something that combines both. I travel to a special spot, that’s the coldest in all of Hebra. There, I work to make my sculpture with my frost breath and cut it with my sword. Then, when it’s done, I carry it all the way back to town on my back.” She explains happily. It was perhaps unconventional, but she was always known for that.

      “My goodness, you must have a lot of strength to be able to carry an ice sculpture all the way down from Hebra’s peaks!” Sukari placed a wing over her beak. “Then again, I suppose a warrior such as yourself is used to carrying a lot of weight on your shoulders.”