“A classic example of “What is Good vs What is Evil”.
To attempt to define sides as “Good or Evil” is for the fool hearty. At most it can only be boiled down to “intent” and “damaged caused”, but even that isn’t a true measure. Just because an intent is just does not mean it is right. The “moral-sense” people have is a problem all by itself.
Are those that act on the side of good truly selfless? Are their actions for themselves or for others? Maybe it is for self-gain. Then can it truly be called selfless even if it helps people? What if their selfless acts are to fulfill some “fate”, again can it really be called selfless if it’s only to fulfill a role instead of their own desire?
If the side of “good” is truly selfless in their actions and limit the amount of damage they caused, that does not deny that they will still cause a certain amount of bloodshed. Whether that is right or wrong can only be defined by the person, but can cause it’s own mess of problems.
For example, I have “borrowed” this pair of glassed for the bit. I may have all intent to return them, even before someone notices their absence, but that does not mean it was the right course. Even if people have laughed at this, I have still wronged the person I have stolen these from.
I suppose the lesson to take away from this all is- have your own pair of prop glasses ready for when you want to wax philosophical.”
Small happy Cherubi drawn without the second berry
because it creeps me out
Lianka’s expression faltered for a moment. Stoic caution began to recede into noticeable confusion, but it only stuck for a moment, her glazed pupils fixating on the female before her. Madia, glancing over curiously, let her body turn towards Keirin. She seemed friendly enough.
“We wander quite a lot regarding the Lost Woods. May we ask you of your name?” Lianka’s eyes met Madia’s form for a second, only for what seemed to be wary curiosity to meet the older maiden’s gaze. Something was odd here… what was with the friendliness?
The woman flushed at the realization she had forgotten to introduce herself. “Ah! How rude of me! My name is Keirin~ Storyteller by trade.”
She took a moment to register their answer. It was called Lost Woods for a reason. So it was a small leap to conclude- “I see~ Does that mean you live around here?” Keirin gave a gentle smile, she didn’t want to appear bothersome with her questions.
Two faces turned to glance at Keirin as she spoke in a rather pleasantly sing-song tone. Madia the fairy fluttered about for a moment, tilting about curiously. She seemed familiar. If only due to a rather pleasantly similar appearance to a clothes-maiden that had assisted Lianka many times. However, said little Hylian glanced up, staring quite blankly.
And stoically. Glazed, piercingly bland pupils stared right up at the new woman, keeping a very powerful tone about them. She didn’t seem very pleased to see the new face. Madia, however… “Ignore her… We are Lianka…” the fairy ends up tapping her feet on the little girl’s head. “… and Madia.” With a flicker, her wings stretched gently.
Keirin couldn’t help, but smile at the rather serious nature of the two. She took this opportunity to try and relax the atmosphere. “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Madia~” Keirin said bowing and offering a finger as a replacement in shaking hands.
“And a pleasure to meet you, Lianka~” Offering only a bright smile, so as not to offend the little warrior.
“May I ask why you two are in this forest?”
No. No. No. This wasn’t a good idea. This was not a good idea in the least. She couldn’t regress back to such an age. Being so young, so naive, so horribly new to the world around her. Please let it be a reasonable age, please let it be further along than her development o-
In a flash of slight light, Madia flittering about for a moment, Lianka’s entire body had changed to a much less furry… and much shorter form. Her brilliant blue eyes had almost glazed over to a much less… pleasant gaze. Her body had shrunk down to a rather young form, and it was quite evident something wasn’t quite right with the girl.
Her eyes scanned around. Where was she…? Where in the world was she? Narrowing her eyes, she began to slowly walk out of the area, beginning to silently bring a few books with her. Madia could almost visibly be seen with a ghastly expression on her face.
… Something wasn’t right about Lianka at this age… And anyone that spoke to her was going to find this out.
Keirin wandered through the lost woods, trying to remember which direction would get her back to the field. As she glanced through the trees, a glint of yellow caught her eyes. “Wait- that’s not…” Keirin thought as she began stumbling over the plant life.
In a little opening there stood a child with a fairy, looking quite displeased. Keirin couldn’t figure out if the kid was Kokiri, but in the end was more concerned that they might need help either way.
The storyteller stopped at the edge of the clearing, “Excuse me little one~” she said to announce her presence hoping not to startle the pair.
ask-gerudo-king-dragmire said: -My voice invades your thoughts.- You are guarding it from intruders, who could slip through the portal. One named “ryvain” seems intent on tomes from our library. I need this book safe most of all. Do what you must to keep it out of other’s hands.
“Yes sir! Of course sir! Right on that sir!”
Dress based on MeiMei’s lovely picture~