humbly subtitled Zooxâs First Day Out, for @taznovembercelebration
In the beginning, Zoox opened his eyes. And the world was gold and syrupy, and suffocating. In the first scant moments of Brinarr birth, Zoox thrashed within the golden liquid that had animated his coral form, propelled by twitch nerve panic and jets of bubbles shooting from his feet. The surface of the birthing pool pulled and split apart as he rose up, breaching the surface and catching the side. The world now was white and cold, and sterile. He clutched the side of the pool, feeling out for the first time the extent of his body. Legs, body, and coral arms. No eyes, no mouth, and an odd stirring of power within him. Like the currents of the ocean itself swirling.
Above him, a figure appears and reaches down to help him out. The hand that grabs him is coral, as he is, and it pulls him up with surety and experience. Zoox, bewildered, grounds himself against it, and looks at who is holding him.
Zoox doesnât know how tall is tall, but he knows this figure is taller. He doesnât know what wisdom is, but he knows this figure is wiser. He doesnât feel the need for a mother or father, but is pulled to trust this figure implicitly. It is a moment of pure, wondrous safety.
Zoox feels coral on his coral and hands on his hands. He looks up into the face of the figure, and though it cannot smile, it speaks as though it is. It says,
âWelcome to the Ethersea.â
Later, when Zoox has drained himself of the remaining golden fluid and introduced himself properly to Tesselation â when heâs started actually calling himself Zoox â he sits silently in front of a bay window in the side of the Coral Spire Lab. Outside, he can see schools of fish following the same swirling pattern of the ocean he feels within himself. Nearly silently, a door opens behind him. Tesselation stands in the doorway and watches him.
âZoox, how are you feeling?â
âHmm? Oh, good, Tessie. Say, you donât mind if I call you Tessie, do you?â
Tesselationâs coral rubs against itself in thought. Zoox hears it.
âI would rather you call me Tesselation, thank you very much.â
âZoox, do you feel ready to enter the city yet?â
âDo I feel ready? I feel excited! I havenât been alive for very long, Tessie â sorry, Tesselation, but I feel like I have already seen some incredible things. That golden pool was incredible â what was that? And these fish outside the window, swimming around like some ⌠pattern thingy. Even you, Tesselation! You fill me with wonder. It makes me think about all the other wonders out there to see and experience. Wonders I wonât get to see if I donât go out into the city. So yes, I think Iâm ready.â
Tesselationâs voice takes on that quality again â as if their six souls are smiling in lieu of their mouth.
âExcellent, Zoox. If I may say before you go; you bring me hope for the Brinarr. Recently, itâs become harder to safely usher the souls of our dead into the coral bodies we have waiting for them. But seeing one such as you emerge from the tanks ⌠someone so bright and cheery and full of life? It brings me joy. I hope you will come back to visit us soon.â
The currents in Zoox smiled back.
âOf course, Tessie! Really, how many adventures can one Brinarr have out there?â