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[[This is a rp meant to gather together the existing phyrie and phyreflies so that they may have the chance to all meet (finally), it is an open rp so all may join (by all I mean other species as well) just remember it's purpose!]]

The Burrow Inhabitants

In this corner of the grottoan countryside, time is not measured by days or weeks but by the number of Deku nuts thrown from the forests shade. One risked a violent assault from the numerous weedlings if they dared to walk too close. Not twenty paces from the gradually multiplying piles of nuts grew an opening in a wall of stone; inside an orchard of striking flora. Blue bells hung from the apex of the cave opening, wild flowers and green grasses overflowing onto the stone floors. Within were mixtures of orchids, irises, and calla lilies, wonderfully tended and blooming into bursts of color.

Amongst the interior gardens lay small yet elaborate towers of stone; in one corner a top heavy rock balanced on top of another in a way that seemed to defy gravity, in another, an involved tier of smooth river stones. On shelves made of long dead timber stood sculpture made of glass, colorful and delicately derived; the surprise result of melted sand cooled in a barrel of cool water. This hidden quarter of the natural world evoked a sense of harmony, an impression the current inhabitants care greatly about.

After a decade amongst those of the greater realm the twin phyreflies, Cies and Col, grew weary of the hostility shared amongst the majority. Col, tending to be a rather subdued character, took his sister away on a search for a residence they might finally feel more comfortable in. Cies missed interaction with the exterior world yet could never place that need above her love of tranquility.

In this place, affectionately named the Burrow, Col attempts to balance yet another pile of stones; an intent Naun content just to look on. He misplaces a stone and the whole pile goes down with it.

Cies bustles about with clusters of flowers; work slowed by the curious dodongo winding beneath her feet. She tripped, almost losing grip on her bouquet, yet somehow managed to keep her poise. Believing to have heard a noise unlike the standard clatter of Deku nuts, she turns to look, not sure of what she would find.

Samorn was always the adventuresome sort. She often wandered off on her own. But the never too far behind Dashiell always seemed to wisk away her drive to be independent. Not that she minded, she was wildly in love with the red Phyri.

Today was different. Samorn had managed to lose her soulmate and now she was on her own. Being so, the clumsy phyri became very curious of her surroundings. She needed to explore everything!

Samorn heard the sound of clacking stone and the rustling of tiny feet through tall grass in the distance. Her curiousity was perked. She needed to investigate. Maybe there were some darling fairies, or some wolfiebones, or maybe even her own species, Phyri are quite pretty and elogant and come in amazing different appearances. Oh, she would certainly enjoy to meet some new Phyri.

Samorn manuevered herself closer to the grotto. She peered over the top of a bush... just barely, she needed to stand on the tippy-tips of her feet. She could hardly make out the scene, but if her eyes were not playing tricks on her, she was watching the cutest two little phyreflies play with a Dodongo and Helmaroc.

Uh oh... her footing faulted and Samorn found herself heels over head through the bush and into the grass, just feet from the female phyrefly. She looked up sheepishly, her bright blue eyes brimming with embarrassed tears, or tears of laughter, as she was laughing nervously over the whole awkward soumersault into the clearing.

Dashiellwas near frantic..well not quite yet so panicked that he would explode, but still near frantic. When he realized that his day dreaming, his slight wandering had led him off course and..in that way allowed him to loose track of her! He'd never felt so horrible before, loosing his dear samorn, how foolish was he! He had sat bewildered for quite some time, trying to figure out if he should go looking for her, he knew shed come back, and through their link, their love they always managed to find each other..and well of course she was entitled to some alone time to explore on her own!

Or whether he should go searching, he always felt a bit of a needy tug when she was away from him, and the further she went the stronger that tug became. Biting his nails, tail swishing as his ears sat nestled against his skull, eventually deciding that it would be best to simply go looking for her. At any rate it would lead to a bit of exploring of his own, he hadnt exactly seen much of this glade, and all this territory out side of death mountain and the deserts was completely new to him, so fresh and green and..well exciting. Taking a deep breath as he trotted off, admiring the leaves and the brush, the sound of a flowing river not too far off.."Samorn..now..where could you have gone" he mused quietly to himself, suddenly noticing a streak of color through a clump of dense grass, something moving behind there deep in the bushes. Maybe it was her, had he seen blue? Purple? Close enough to her right!

"Samorn!" he said excitedly, easily skipping over the rocks, as he got closer he could see more of the creature. Reaching out when he got close enough to tug on the dark blue and purple phyris tail lightly, realizing at the last moment that it was not in deed his samorn, but some other creature..Oh dear...No not his beautiful samorn at all but some strange other male phyri..But hed sworn he'd felt his samorns presence near by! Apparently hed made a bit of a ehm, mix up in direction..

Samorn continued to look nervous towards the two phyrefly. She uprighted herself and smoothed the twigs, leaves, and grass from her long mauve hair.

"S... Samorn." She whispered. "That's who I am..." Suddenly the ever so outgoing Phyri was struck shy, but it didn't last. She smiled warmly and waved her hand enthusiastically. "I am Samorn!" She said more comfidently.

Near as soon as she introduced herself, a dark blue male jumped into the grotto. He trotted towards the flower field in a huff. Wasn't he just the epitome of grumpy? Samorn waltzed over to him, might as well introduce herself to Joachim also.

She picked a pretty lavender flower from the ground, just a plain purple daisy, and held it out towards the new comer.

"Would you like this?" She smiled. "Im... " And before she could finish her greeting she caught a strange pang in her heart, her soulmate Dashiell was nearby.

"Uh oh..."

Twitching, Joachim expected some form of harshness at his intrusion, but rather...he felt at ease when he saw the gentle females face.
"Samorn wasn't it? I could not help but overhear from before." He took the flower from he had an smelt it quite slowly, enjoying the lingering aroma.
"A pretty flower from a beautiful Phyri. No man may ask for more. I am called Joachim mi'lady." Bowing her was smiling. No harm in a light flirt.
"And is something wrong?" The sudden tone in her voice seemed to indicate that she was no longer going to be near him...ah well...such was his luck.

The newt offered the kettle again to the newcomer, trying to make his intentions clear. Upon realizing that he held the kettle and no cup the downy dodongo blinked and retreated towards the cave, his shape obscured by the volume of flowers within, and reappeared with an armful of delicately crafted glass cups. A glass sprang loose from his grip and, luckily, bounced about the grass unharmed.

With her bundle of irises safe within her arms once again, Cies approached the two conversing phyrie with caution. The lilac female seemed gracious enough, smile untouched while the azure male inhaled the flowers scent and flirted with her shamelessly. Cies’s dusky hooves touched the ground timorously, almost afraid to disturb her visitors with her presence. Yet, when she reached the two she temporarily trounced this notion and introduced herself. “How do you do, my name is Cies. My brother Col and I have made this place our home for several years… Um, that’s him over there working on another stone tower. He’s a little quiet but he’s very sweet I promise you.” Cies gave a slight curtsy and gave an embarrassed nod. “We have not had company for several years, nor are we prepared for such.”

Samorn smiled at Joachim, he liked her flower!
"I am Samorn. Glad I could find you the flower." She smiled softly. She looked back and forth a few times in search of Dashiell. But she didn't see him... not that she was looking too hard. One could challenge her on which was more important at the moment, making new friends or Dashiell, and for her, she was all too enthralled in meeting Cies and Joachim. You just couldn't have to many friends.

Cies came over and introduced herself next. Samorn watched her intently. She was adorable and also liked flowers! This little phyriefly was just as friendly as herself. And she had a brother! It was almost like Cies and Col were smaller replicas of her and Dashiell, minus the romantic intent, but being twins and soulmates were not too different, at least not in Samorn's brilliant blue eyes.

"I have a friend too." The purple Phyri said matter of factly. "His name is Dashiell. We are soulmates!" She giggled sweetly, craning her head again to search for her crimson companion. She saw a rusty Dodongo far over in the clearing.
"And he is?" Samorn signaled towards the newt.

Cies bowed her head to the phyri before her with a gentle smile, dipping gracefully into another curtsy.

“He?” She peered in the direction Samorn was pointing, Quaes’s eager form present yet another phyrie with a kettle full of who-knows-what. “Ah he, yes that is Quaes, our companion kettle newt! He’s an affectionate one, he is.”

Cies returned her attention to her visitors and tilted her head slightly to the side.

“May I as where you two have come from? We’ve seen the deku nut piles rise and fall many times during our stay here and never a guest!”

The appearance of new people put quite a strain on the more antisocial phyrefly, with a polite nod he retreated back within the confines of the cave.

Quaes stood by eagerly, practically pushing his kettles contents onto the newcomer. He started to pour before the phyri was ready, spilling the liquid all over before actually landing any inside the cup.

”Quaes. Leave him alone.” The disembodied voice carried Col’s authoritative tone.