#iakopa

siblings! 

But yeah they’re all siblings! Pekelo tries to be someone who his little brother and sister can look up to, Iakopa probably loves their rats more than you, and Tadi just wants to paint and get along with you.

“Wah-Wot!?” As quickly as he was hugged, Anzeti was released. The Sandfury whirls around to find …. a basket of fish? “Eh, Ah tink Ah know who dis be from.” Anzeti smiles. “Boyo ought ta hang around sometime. Share dis fish he catch wit’ me.”

Anzeti’s jaw drops at the spectacle. “Damn! Iakopa put a lotta work inta dis ‘un. Must’a took all night placin’ dese. Hm,” he hummed, thinking. “Ah invite him ta share de sweets. A hot tea an’ candies around de fire, wit’ spooky stories.” Anzeti muses on the Hallow’s End treats placed around his hut. He looks up to his hut roof, then to the Stranglethorn canopy. “Wunner if’n dat druid still be around?”

Iakopa might notice the sounds of a low crackling of fire and Anzeti humming coming from around the back of the modest hut. There, the Sandfury is tailoring a well-worn cloak while a tin kettle sits over the fire. Anzeti didn’t hear the druid’s stealthy approach, and was absorbed in his work. A mumble would give away that he did catch a whiff of Iakopa’s gift. “Smells like some’un caught a lotta fish fo’ dinner. … Damn, now Ah hungry fo’ fish.”

Anzeti looks around for Iakopa. Not finding the druid, he picks up the basket and goes to the campfire behind his hut. “Ah alwehs enjoy dese gift baskets. Kopa catches a lotta fish fo’ me. Ah don’ know wot Ah do ta deserve dis kindness.” With a long knife, Anzeti slices down a fish’s stomach to start cleaning it.

He’d probably try to pet Iakopa’s fur, on his arm or shoulder. It always looks so soft.

Anzeti chuffs and pulls Iakopa in for a big, warm hug. “Yeh a blessin’ in mah life, too, bruddah.”