It was a foggy day, orange sunlight pouring through as the sun came up. The tides of monsters clouded the eye with their movement. They flooded and swarmed into the encampments and many ruined walls south of Rauru Ruins. Facing them was a stalwart horde of Hylian soldiers and their comrades from other cultures. They pushed the enemy lines ever forward, seldom losing a soldier in the massive brace of shields. Behind the grey cloud of endless standing warriors, back in the dusty walls of the ruined buildings was a familiar face. Spotting some others among the forces, Eve had a hand perched on her brow gazing out into the distance of the battle. Apathetic, she sighed and kicked a rock. She had been in a special squad of Hyrule's Guard once. It certainly didn't last long but she had some good memories from it. It did kind of pain her to have had a proper job before. But now. . . something was different. She really wanted to help them. Without a thought in her head, the Kokiri sought out the leadership of the soldiers. There was probably something she could do, if they weren't explicitly going to put her on the frontlines to attack. In fact, she already hoped most of the army didn't recognize her. Then, she spotted someone she hadn't quite seen before. She was a girl who looked around Eve's stature. . . Oh no! Eve looked closer, that was another Kokiri. She didn't outright hate Kokiri, it was just that there were some she was all too familiar with who were a problem. This one, she thought, wasn't someone she immediately thought she knew. In any case, Eve shrugged as she wasn't wearing green today. Maybe nothing bad would happen. "Wait -oh. Can anyone chat for a bit? I was hoping I could help the war effort?" the girl spoke up, eyes peeking up to one of the taller soldiers. Her face turned 'round to see the other Kokiri again. Hopefully her gaze wouldn't make it more awkward.
Deanna grunted in displeasure as she stewed the latest batch of Hyoi pears, the scent coming from her pot lacking the peppy vitality that should have been there. These ingredients were of such poor quality she was beginning to doubt that the red potions could heal a blister! None of the other specialists present were stuck with such terrible materials; the smith near the door had crystals the size of her head piled on her workbench; the half-feathered Rito in the back corner was stitching leather around Gleeok fangs! Dee didn't have anything so high quality to work with, and her potions were coming out completely rubbish. It was an embarrassment, to know that she was crafting such terrible potions. She'd complained loudly about the terrible quality of the seeds she was being asked to work with, but apparently yelling "Hey! Hey, you, why are these seeds so bad? What do you want me to do with such bad seeds?" was not what the soldiers wanted to hear. Figures. The weaponsmiths were getting the best materials and biggest workspace of everyone. Flashy weapons, because apparently the Hyrulean army only cared about having the biggest sword. Grabbing a handful of four of Gasha seeds, she buried each in a pot of soil and flicked her wrists, letting the bells chime out the Sapling's Song. Only two sprouted at all, both crooked with limp leaves. Dee half wondered if some fool had baked the seeds. Regardless, she grabbed each nut and cracked it open, crushing the vegetables under her knife before throwing them into the pot. The potion was lumpy in a way it really shouldn't be, and she huffed and crossed her arms. How pathetic. Biggest army in the land and they spent all of a single red rupee on their botany supplies. Deanna stiffened when she heard a youthful voice. Uh-oh. Young voice in adult area usually meant... Dee surreptitiously peeked upward. Hmm, the foolish person wasn't wearing green, but then, neither had the last Kokiri Dee met outside the forest. Surely the army wouldn't saddle the crafter's area with another Kokiri. Most of them were idiots.
Seeing the fellow Kokiri work and struggle to make her potions was. . . fascinating. Although Eve didn't stand and stare at her which was not her style. She had made to possibly help the weaponsmiths, carrying with her knowledge one of the older Guard Captains bestowed upon her. That was her intention, anyway. Then Aniki was also there. "It's yer friend and brother. The daring Aniki, ready to immolate the bad guys!" the flashy Anouki appeared with speech in hand. Nobody was paying mind to his antics. The small creature had left his mount elsewhere. He also didn't seem to know what was going on, but if someone didn't stop the little bastard he would charge the front lines. Eve's hand was all the way inside her own face the way she was palming it in secondhand embarrassment. But if nobody else was going to stop the little tyke it may as well be a grown-up like her. "Don't." she started, her stern voice booming as she approached the boreal boy. "You're staying back here, with us. We're going to try to help the army by crafting replacement gear and amenities. Like that girl over there making those potions." Aniki's face contorted. He didn't like being told what to do. Though he was in that scenario often, he especially didn't like this girl telling him what to do. His beady eyes looked up at her, filled with a weird but almost cute malice. He remembered such snowy terrors and battles on the ice field. Boy, the races he ran. Though in hindsight the little tot remembered being specifically carried to the backlines whenever a battle was at hand. Often he was pat on the head and told to "be good okay." "I don't want to behave." Aniki responded after a brief reflection of silence. "I didn't ask you to behave blockhead. I TOLD you to not go into that battlefield." Eve scolded. Her glare and one lazy eye was somewhat intimidating. The Anouki assessed his surroundings. He didn't instantly become mature but he did get some nice ideas. He'd be a big help with all these cloth and leather lined armors they were making. It looked like they needed an Anouki's touch getting all these suits assembled fast too, as the battle was not lowering in intensity. Seeing the weird little creep contemplating his craft, Eve thought she might be on to something after all. Approaching him again, she opened her ears to what his response might be. "Yer right I wanna make some gear." he responded, cohesive at first. "You gross lady. Make something different from me so I don't hafta smell ya." "You little-- AH!" Eve shouted. She couldn't handle this guy, not now anyway. Teens always had the most hurtful things to say. Eve turned back over to where she'd spotted Dee. Not having moved much during the exchange, she was sure the other Kokiri had overheard. "Kids am I right? Such a pain." Eve directed at the other girl. Hoping to make headway talking to someone, as she'd have her hands full soon. Eve then looked upon the area they were making weapons. There was a neat process to it, but even then she was sure she could help. The workers looked exhausted, in any case. She was sure she wouldn't be left alone so long as that kid was around, anyway.
Dee let out a long sigh and averted her eyes, resisting the urge to raise a hand to her face. Childlike form, armed and with clothing that rang with magical craftsmanship? Between that and the newcomer’s clearly childlike voice, there was not a chance that they were simply a Hylian who was short in stature. Deanna would have far welcomed that over the presence of another Kokiri, but the lack of fairy buzzing around her head like a gnat spoke to some chance of the fool having the ability to think independently and therefore not be a total pain in the ass. She kept her head down when she heard them reference her. Making potions, ha. She was making travesties. It frustrated her to realise she was about to be witnessed in her travesties by another Kokiri, and more than likely some fool who wouldn’t know a spoiled Hyoi pear from a fruit platter. The concept of being blamed for the fault of her tools put a foul taste in her mouth. And then… there was another. Dee watched the exchange with a degree of incredulity. It had been a long time since she had seen an Anouki, she hadn’t bothered to go to the snowfields for a few decades now. Most of her plants didn’t fare well in the chillier and frigid climates to the northeast, and most non-snow-dwelling people with sense stayed out of the snowfield, including the Suspicious ones. This Anouki wasn’t Suspicious so much as he was… odd. His pompadour defied an explanation, and his jacket seemed to place a lot of value on riding for a fool who had shown up on foot. Flipper? Regardless, the relationship between the horned one and the Kokiri was difficult to ascertain… NOT! Not for a skilled private eye such as herself! The madcap exchange, while difficult to hear over the din of the preparing army, revealed that the Anouki was immature and impolite. While Dee was sure this Kokiri was a fool like any other, it always stunned her how young idiots would stupidly disrespect those smarter than them. And one look at the Anouki told her that Gomgossa was probably smarter than him. Then, after a moment of frustration, the other Kokiri turned back towards her. Oh, poo. Now she would have to entertain conversation. “Yep,” Dee responded, reaching to the side for her box of bottles. “No respect. Always stupid.” Surreptitiously, Deanna weighed up the other Kokiri. She didn’t recognise her as anyone she might have paid attention to when she lived in the forest. It might have been because the other was older or younger than Dee’s time there, it might have been that Dee simply hadn’t paid attention to her… or it might have been because her appearance had clearly been drastically altered by magic at some point after coming into being. No Kokiri Dee had ever seen in her hundreds of years had ever had such strange eyes. Maybe if they were plantlike Dee could have understood it as some strange ‘whoops’ of nature, but they looked like they were metal or something. How strange - and kind of unnerving, Dee had to admit. Dee followed the other Kokiri’s… well, where she was pretty sure where her gaze was headed. Probably. “Don’t need more smiths. Got lots of smiths.” They did not, in fact, got lots of smiths. With the speed the army was moving at, even just touching up equipment that had been treated poorly in training was in demand. High demand. Deanna’s rudeness was offset somewhat by the childish note her already youthful voice took. Ugh, she was about to have to actually talk to this ingot-eyed girl, wasn’t she.
"Got enough smiths or not, I have whetstones to use." Eve celebrated. The odd girl's attention shifted to Aniki. It looked like the little guy had kept to his word and went to fit armors. Her head twisted back, concerned for what Dee was doing. She looked busy making something important. The way she seemed to be silently lamenting the brew in front of her was alarming. It looked like she would have to spend some time fixing what she had concocted, or completely start over. Her smile twitching, Eve held strong trying not to mention it at all. There was much that could go wrong today but Eve wasn't going to make another day of having set another Kokiri off. Not again, anyway. She also observed a trend forming. This was surely going to be one of those days where everyone was trying to make mistakes and "better" themselves. Eve was frightened of the idea that she herself would have to become a better smith today. . . that was going to take so much work and toil. "Whetstones to use. . . for throwing at the enemy!" Eve announced, presumably to the crowd but in hindsight only Dee was listening. Barely. She wasn't fooling anyone. Only a fool would think she had made that remark in good faith. Her lip trembled and shrunk on her face. They needed her to be serious and start working, and soon. But not before something was done to save face. The somewhat obnoxious Kokiri herself was most fixated on this idea. She had to "make herself look better" as the idea that such a ship had sailed already had long gone over her own head. "I meant. . . throwing a party! A party of me sharpening the tar out of those swords! WHICH I AM GOING TO START DOING RIGHT NOW." Eve crooned, raising her voice in ways that made the surrounding military officials visibly shudder. The surrounding officers now hoped that either she would go away or keep her mouth shut for the rest of the day. Having announced she was going to work, it was now the responsibility of whomever she next bothered on whether or not to even address her. This went somewhat smoothly, as moments later it looked like she was hard at work on something. It was then that she was discovered assembling arrows for the archer line. This was something she was surprisingly good at for someone who never used these weapons. But it was also the only thing they could get her to do at the moment that wouldn't get in the way of what others were doing. Which, when all was said and done even Aniki was more cooperative and collaborative with his work-line. Despite this, a rather impressive bucket of sharpened arrowheads was soon at the ready for the soldiers. Things were going well for now. . .
Lifting a ladle’s worth of the sub-par potion into the air, Dee sighed. This potion would probably work in a pinch, if that pinch were from a Chuchu. She stuck a finger in it and dabbed a bit on her tongue, considering the tingle. Alright, the scratch she’d gotten off one of Gomgossa’s thorns earlier quickly healed itself, and the burn on her elbow from smacking it on the side of the hot cauldron was quickly cooling, but the nasty scrape she’d gotten yesterday when she’d tripped over a tree root - not that she would ever admit to that happening - was barely touched. Wincing at the low quality, she bottled it anyway, ladling the somewhat lumpy mixture into each glass bottle and adding a red sticker to the cork. Red sticker meant bad quality. Ah. The new girl had whetstones. Dee hadn’t considered that the weapons being repaired and reforged across the way would need sharpening, and she had a nasty feeling that the other Kokiri was about to set up shop on the other side of Dee’s workbench. That, or something about throwing them? She hadn’t really been paying attention. The sharp increase in volume made Dee jerk her head upwards. A party?? “Are you an idiot?” she asked the other Kokiri bluntly. “Because you sound like an idiot.” Dee wondered if this was part of the reason why she got such mixed responses from Hylians. With Kokiri like Rika the idiot and… well, Dee wasn’t going to ask for the new one’s name… running about, it was no wonder that Kokiri were considered childish. Dee would have to fix that perception herself, as the only one Grown Up, apparently! The irony of herself - along with all Kokiri - being childish and immature by definition sailed over her head. An easy task, given her lack of height. -- Where the outfitters sat, amidst a pile of armour and leathers in need of polishing and repair, was a Rito with an extremely neat working space in front of him. The feathers on his hands were somewhat clumpy with wax as he buffed the set of greaves in front of him. He found a section that was uncoated and sighed; he must have missed it. He reached out for the pot of wax again only to find it gone. One of the other outfitters must have moved it again. When a quick search of his table didn’t reveal the jar, he cleared his throat. “Did somebody take my wax again? I’m still working with the metals, please pass it back,” Really, it shouldn’t be this difficult. Preparing the army for battle had sounded like a fascinating task, but the reality was that there were rather too many cooks in the kitchen. He felt lucky that he’d been provided with such quality materials to use; he kept his own leatherworking tools on him, but he felt confident with the quality of the repairs and maintenance he was tasked with. They’d not assigned him to the cloths, and limited him to the armours that needed repair. There was a clunk as the pot of wax was dropped back onto his table. “Thank you,” Before long, another Gleeok-fanged armour was complete. He could only assume the army was facing something elemental, given the small crate of fangs they’d put in front of him. One per armour, use sparingly. Given how frightening a Gleeok could be, he didn’t blame the army for wanting to stretch their supply as far as possible. The dragons of the mainland were often far more brutal and animalistic than the dragon he had grown up beneath, but it still felt somewhat sacrilegious to be handling fangs that had been ripped from the head of a slain dragon the same way he’d handle any material to work into his designs. Ulivali did not know about the approaching Anouki, and his moment of bliss was soon to be shattered.
The little puff-haired Anouki tread into view. He had quickly seized access to a pile of colored textiles, a twinkle in his eye. He did in fact spot Ulivali, who wouldn't have caught his attention until the very point that he felt himself getting looked at. Or, not. The Rito was upright and "staring" straight ahead with something over his eyes. Then why did it feel to the little delinquent that he was being perceived? Probably because of all the noise he was making. "Outta da' way I'm makin' armors." he blathered, adding to the other gibberish he had been saying along the way. His little body pushed through some Hylians' knees by forceful shoving. "The design is just as important, SLIME." he sang, forcibly jabbing a needle through the two textiles. The Anouki's weird mitten like hands flashed with needle-over-scissor action as he combined the action of cloth-shaping with sewing. Soon the red cloth was layered over the blue cloth in a familiar flame design as he continued to churn out the outerwear. The design implied a combination of fire and ice, fitting the additions of the Gleeok fangs perfectly. Was such a little shit actually a fashion design genius? Possibly, though it may have been a fluke. He was far from being at the level of making professional apparel on his own though. He handed off piles of rough clothing to the other armorers. He was staying out of trouble for now, much more than could be said about that whetstone carrying Kokiri who appeared to have known him. -- On that note, Eve appeared deep in concentration. She was wrapping leathers onto hilts and handles for completed weapons. She heard that potion making girl call her an idiot. She wasn't so brave to walk away with that knowledge and she had truly planned to address the insult in the future. Somehow. Something about the frustrating crafting work made the concept escape her at times. She remembered a neat musical she saw and the tune had been stuck in her head for weeks. "And that's how it happens. . . you move out and get to slappin'. . .♫" she sang somewhat quietly. What kind of weird musical had she witnessed? Who was getting slapped? It was a mystery. The guy next to her handing over weapons winced his eyes and sighed. He just had to get seated next to the annoying fairy tale creature instead of a normal Hylian soldier. He couldn't help but turn back and notice her kind of unnatural looking eyes and scars. But it was impolite to stare so he looked back away and decided not to question it further. He was aware these kids could get pretty old, and possibly injured. Judging by the way she handled weapons it was no surprise either. He slipped another few pommels onto some weapons, and after that minded his own business. After that, it seemed she just kept singing. He didn't think he could handle trying to process all these profane musical plots much longer.
Dee was deeply relieved when, appropriately, the other Kokiri made her way over to the weaponsmiths. Her peace would remain intact for a moment longer… right up until Dee’s intuition proved right and she was saddled with her once again. This is what Dee got for sitting too close to the weaponsmiths’ working area. She’d needed access to fire for her cauldron, and some of the waxes the armourers and fabric workers were using had smelled gross. Maybe she should have worked outside and just dealt with repeatedly relighting her fire. The occasional clinking of the metals as the other Kokiri wrapped leather grips was, for a moment, therapeutic. Dee was finally starting to reach some proper quality supplies in the provided supply box, and she crushed more fruits with the flat of her knife before flipping the sharp side up and sweeping the crushed flesh and seed into the pot. She was feeling a bit better now that the potion she was brewing no longer smelled acrid and wrong, the acidic smell of bitter seeds that seemed uninterested in sprouting or rancid fruits that had no chance at growing appropriately beginning to clear from the air. And… then there was singing. Dee felt her spine stiffen involuntarily. She wasn’t so dull as to be unfamiliar with musical theatre, but she’d certainly never heard it used as a work song. And she certainly wasn’t interested in someone else’s work song while she tried to work. But Dee was tethered to her cauldron, which was tethered to the spot over the flames beside her chopping bench. She’d have to find somewhere else entirely to move and that would spoil the potion she was making. She gritted her teeth. Why did she have to deal with this?? Wasn’t there someone else this idiot could be bothering? She felt no automatic kinship with others of her kind, and this Kokiri was rapidly eroding any potential vestiges. Although Dee did have to admit she was working with an admirable precision. Apparently not a total ditz, then; Dee didn’t much like other people in general but she could at least appreciate the value of hard work.
"That gets you a makeover. . . and that makes you pop-u-lar♫" Eve continued to sing. "SHUT. UP!" came a voice from over the drone of soldiers. It had really gone on for far too long. Though her current song beat the hell out of that "piss song" she was singing earlier. Modern musicals had a way of covering absurd topics. "It makes you an in-cred-i-ble modern maaaaaidenn." she whispered, a single tear coming out of her eye. Meanwhile Aniki had finished a veritable pile of cloaks that needed to be affixed to armors. He was also being weird, although nobody had as of yet mentioned what he was doing. Presumably his weird slang had been putting people off. Soon he was being dragged over to another table, soldiers' elbows wrenching his flipper arms still. "They must have amnesia! They forgot that I'm him." he complained, being forced into his seat. Not long after Eve was sat beside him, though nobody dared to hold her steady she was willing to listen to all the officers begging her to move. She had evidently grown as a person if she wasn't throwing a fit over it. A relieved metalsmith wiped his brow and started to pace elsewhere as the Kokiri was placed in his seat. The hammer before her was familiar to her hand. Though amid the circumstances, the Kokiri hesitated. While the scowling Anouki looked over her, she started hitting large pieces of metal over the flame. Sooner or later these pieces would become flat, but not without consistent and hard work. "Bitchin'." Aniki announced, holding the attire high and trying to picture the metal fittings lining up completely with his designs. The unsightly pair of enemies, possibly soon to be friends, had their new table uncomfortably close to where Dee was. Again. Picking up pieces from a nearby pile, Aniki started bolting armor facets to the already made cloth components. His baby wrists seemed to handle the fastener tool unexpectedly well. Though his exhaustion would soon show as he laid the tool back down and folded his elbows behind his head. Eve was whispering showtunes under the rapid and violent sound of hammer strikes. It was even more unreal to see her drop the tool on the slowly shaping steel. The girl was covered in weird looking artifacts. . . maybe they were giving her some additional strength somehow? Her movements made her look confident though it was clear her expertise with a hammer was not in manufacturing whatsoever. The cooling hammer-pelted breastplate actually looked kind of cool though. In a sort of distressed and rustic sort of way, that is. Witnessing a small pile of armor forming, Eve dropped off her stool and rolled on the ground. Popping open a waterskin, the girl poured a small stream of water over her forehead. Nobody really blamed her, though.
The ceaseless musical prattle was beginning to feel as if it were drilling a hole in Deanna’s temple. How long had she been here? Did this workbench simply stretch onwards into infinity, a paradoxical twisted world where every sound would slowly morph into the crooning renditions of (un)popular music forever? This was not to be so, as the crooning was split open by an enraged shout. For some reason, though, Dee wasn’t satisfied with the tailing-off of the song. How dare that shouting fool be so Rude? If Deanna was (poorly, not really) tolerating the sound, then this fool had no reason to be so insolent. She set down her knife and took a deep breath in, filling her lungs, before letting out a startlingly loud sound for such a small Kokiri. “YOU SHUT UP!” she bellowed back, scowling as if her barely five foot self could be seen over the crowd. She fixed a sharp stink eye on the other Kokiri. “You’re an idiot, but they’re probably bigger idiots. Don’t count on me helping again. Stand up for yourself next time.” Harsh though her words were, they were in fact remarkably and grudgingly affable in intent. The other Kokiri was rapidly transitioning from Regular Annoying to Slightly Pitiable Annoying, which was the closest category to sympathy Dee really felt on an everyday basis. The non-Hylian foursome were soon to be subject to a bewildering game of musical chairs, as the army’s officers moved Eve and Aniki around. Dee rolled her eyes. At least she had a good argument for remaining stationary, but now the other Kokiri and the Anouki were still in easy conversing distance. Stirring her finally satisfying potion batch, a rich red colour and hearty scent filling the air, Dee felt something hit her chair. She looked up to see a Rito with an enormous bundle under his arm; he’d hit her chair with the stick he was carrying. “Sorry,” he said. “Is there room here for me to sit? I was following the complaining fellow with the cloaks, I think the officers wanted us over here. And, well, someone over there keeps borrowing my tools and it’s driving me nuts.” Dee shut her eyes and inhaled, making sure she kept the memory of when she’d had this area to herself in her mind before she spoke. “Sure. Why not. Take a seat. Why not push the tables together for a bigger working space, even? Just get real chummy and friendly with everyone.” Dee was, of course, being sarcastic, but the cue went right over Ulivali’s head. “That’s a good idea! I might need a hand doing that though. I’ll just put these here…” The Rito leaned forward to put down his bundle of tools and materials and - oh huh, he was a Fokka, actually. He was far from the first Fokka Dee had met, but she always found it fascinating how Hylians interacted with them. More interesting, though, was when she realised he wasn’t looking at the table when he put his things down. He wasn’t looking at anything, really, as he straightened up and went in search of the table shared by the other Kokiri and Anouki. Hmm, she thought. Interesting.
Aniki continued to snap fasteners, joining various cloaks with breastplates like before. His gaze shifted to Ulivali who had decided to join them. He noticed the cane and blindfold which was not entirely uncommon out on the ice field. Wresting herself back onto her stool, Eve's weird head appeared afterward. "They hafta uh, protect their eyes from sun damage right?" Eve mentioned, noticing the Fokka. "Yer not supposed to talk about their disability out loud! Dumb crone!" the Anouki yelled at the casually rude girl. "Well I wore a blindfold once I was in the army for big jacked arms comin' out of my eyeholes." she replied, voice cracking here and there. "I don't even have an insult for that yer just crazy. Yer out of yer mind!" Aniki shouted, his arms full of sewing tools. "It's not dumb it really happened! Just I can't repeat it is all! You'll hafta ask the lieutenants who work under the captain, they deployed me back in the day." the increasingly strange Kokiri added, swatting a hand behind her head. "No way I'm doin' that. They'll call ME dumb if I ask them about hands comin' outta yer face." the kid responded, spitting out a toothpick. "I was gonnae drop th' subject! But ye don't know what you're talkin' about, magic can do anythin',. . . ANYTHAEN!" she barked back at him, somehow now also wielding tools. The two agreed to disagree with their faces pointed directly at each other. Then they twisted their necks and spotted Ulivali who just had the displeasure of hearing the whole conversation. That, and they had spotted Dee who at the very least had been tolerating them both this whole time. They didn't think she would look at all pleased by their behavior. "Yer scarin' off everyone! Nobody wants to hear about yer dumb hands!" Aniki spewed, unable to drop the subject. "Like they even knoe what weaere talkin' about." Eve defended, folding her arms in front of her. "Not like you, talkin' about it more IS GONNA HELP." Aniki protested. "Well we just. The hands doewnt matter atall okay? All the others hear is yellin' now ye stupid beachnut." Eve responded, honestly having a real point for once. "You're dumb. Nothin' you've said so far made any sense. I made five armors and you just keep whinin' about stupid magic and garbage and callin' me dumb. Yer a stupid doll of a--" Aniki continued, ready to escalate the tension. "Before you say whatever slur you were about to call this young lady. I came to tell you you can't put this armor on the soldiers it's not uniform-compliant." replied a soldier, his shadow encompassing the annoying tots. "I'm NOT a cunt!" Eve yelled, assuming what the bothersome Anouki had pre-loaded into his statement. "I'm not responding to this. Just. . . fix the armor." the soldier affirmed, wiping his entire hand over his face. Aniki didn't even answer, he also wasn't going to admit he was going to say something that rude over nothing. He was also, at least a hundred percent certain that wasn't the word he was going to use. But the look on the metal-eyed crazy Kokiri's face kind of made his day. It was just a shame he'd have to thread-pick all of the flames off the armors he had just made. One of these two was getting a much shorter straw in this matter. Eve wasn't even going to look at Dee, now well-aware she had probably struck a nerve with her big argument with a child. She. . . was just glad they didn't do so directly in front of her, she was having bad luck making Kokiri friends this century. Addressing the Fokka who had just arrived, Eve felt no other response but to just smile awkwardly. She was aware he was blind at this point but her ability to say anything after that outburst was also rapidly waning. Granted, when she looked back down it was clear all the while she'd been doing much, much better smith work. Her hammer alone may have been red hot after the frustration she was feeling made her work harder and faster. Though, it was probably because she accidentally left it next to the fire for about a minute. Which it just so happened in the moment, she had decided to blow on it with her mouth. Luckily nobody was looking directly at her anymore, most deciding to let her situation cool off.
Ulivali froze as he approached the other table, shocked at the direction the conversation had suddenly taken. He was unbothered about the comment on his blindfold - if he was honest, it was kind of a pleasant surprise for someone to know why someone might wear a blindfold - but the sudden argument left the Rito taken aback. He had several questions about the big jacked arms comin’ out of that young lady’s eyeholes, but whoever her companion was didn’t seem to like her very much. Even Dee couldn’t fully maintain her disinterested air, staring over at the duo with an eyebrow sharply raised. It only travelled further up her forehead as the conversation escalated, the Anouki aggravating the situation and the other Kokiri not exactly handling it well. Not even the soldier managed to fully dim the situation. “For the love of Farore’s stinky boots, you two! Shut up!” Dee yelled at them. She was hoping the Rito man wasn’t going to persist in his foolish idea of pushing their tables together after that outburst. The Anouki in particular was not so much a firecracker as he was a wholly unpleasant stink bomb. And from the sounds of it, a really profane one. Ulivali hesitated as silence fell after the outbursts, suddenly very unsure of his planned mission to create a table of four. Could he just turn around and walk away after that? They’d definitely spotted him, but maybe he could pretend he had been lost..? Sighing internally, Ulivali realised that it would probably be cruel to leave the young lady alone with the loudmouthed guy after that kind of exchange. He crossed the last few metres between them, his staff clicking against the leg of the table before he stopped. “Did you, uh.” He paused again. Yeah, he had a feeling he’d regret this. “Did you want to push our tables together to share tools? There’s a metalworking bench over there too, if you need to do metals work. You don’t have to of course, but. Um. Thought maybe some lighter conversation could help.” Dee, overhearing, snorted. She would not be making ‘lighter conversation’. Perhaps less brutishly aggressive conversation, but that would not be difficult for her.
"Er, they're right. An' I wasn't gonna call you that." the Anouki admitted, his flipper hands lowering. He had his work cut out for him. Aniki had to un-style all of the things he made. On top of that, he had soured the mood of the slowly combining table. However all the materials being combined, specifically Eve's metal components and Aniki's armor sets, was especially helpful. "Smelly kid." Eve responded. "But th' tables u'd be better together. I accept this chumps non-apology and I'd like ta get back to work." The girl settled a big bucket next to her space and dumped in a few cooling components. She didn't altogether like the busywork of making small metal pieces but suddenly it felt like good practice. She was also starting to be happy these other two more rational people had appeared in her activity. Though Eve could not by any measure be considered rational at many instances. Aware they had made it difficult to say much else for some minutes, these two worked in tandem on armors in a pretty productive way. Both glanced now and then at Dee, who despite being peeved with the idea of interacting with them seemed to be a good leader. After some diligent focus, Aniki got the armors he had made to be uniform compliant, somehow. He sneered at the weird-eyed Kokiri, accepting another bucket of parts.
