#burrog

Speaking of the devilfish, there he is. Burr hesitated, fidgeting with the bag in his hands. It was somewhat small in comparison to his hands, but would easily be an armload for a Hylian. Finally mustering up the courage, Burr approached Prince Sidon, who had been looking up at the statue of Mipha in the center of the Domain. “Pri-” he started, his voice remaining surprisingly soft despite it’s deep and gravely nature. 

Sidon reacted quickly, turning to face him and soon flashing him a large smile. “Burr! How many times must I reassure you that you do not need to be so formal with me?” He asked, his voice louder than his fellow Zora, but not by much for now. 

Burrog’s shoulders shook with silent chuckles, his posture relaxing ever so slightly. “A lot more.” He answered, only half joking. “But… I have something for you.” He said, holding the bag up to draw Sidon’s attention to it. The bag was simple, a deep brown leather that was still damp from the trip, tied tightly with a blue rope. 

“What is it?” Sidon asked as he took the bag, not even waiting for an answer as he started to open the bag, ever careful of his claws. “You didn’t have to bring me anything though! You bring back so much for the Domain as is.” 

“I saw them and figured you would enjoy it.” Burr insisted, giving him an unsure smile which only showed off hints of his sharp teeth. 

Soon, Sidon was carefully tilting the contents of the bag into his palm. Inside were what appeared to be shards of glass, mostly in blues and greens with a few reds and oranges, all somewhat opaque. “We call it sea glass… I don’t think you have it here. At least, I haven’t seen any… it catches the light pretty.” Burr said, holding up a remaining shard that he held in his hand, an aqua blue one similar to his markings and the cloths the Champions wore. He turned it slightly so Sidon could see the remaining sunlight filtering through it. “It is common for decoration, mostly for those who live closer to the surface.” He explained as best as he could. “You can hang them on string or rope. They move with the breeze.” 

Once he was done talking, he spent a moment to stare at the shard in his palm for a moment longer before gently placing it at the statue’s feet. Afterwards he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking over to see Sidon giving him a genuine smile, having closed the bag up with the shards inside for now. “I really appreciate this, Burrog. These will look wonderful around the Domain!” He added, even giving him a one armed hug for emphasis. Sidon understood better than anyone how much even small shows of appreciation meant to his friend.