:Form:
Name:
Oran, meaning light.
Breedable:
Yes
Short Story:
I yawned, looking at the clock above the television. Six fifty. I'd been up, playing Skyward Sword, for... About four hours, then. Brilliant.
I suppose having mild insomnia isn't all that bad. I'd recently discovered a Kitkin that appeared each day at dawn. I was hoping to lure it in with some berries to catch it for adoption today, and seeing as sunrise was only a few minutes away...
I walked outside, a selection of berries in hand, and sat on the cold steps, waiting for the first sign of the sun itself. The sky slowly grew light, and eventually blazed a bright orange.
"Yip!" a small voiced squeaked at me. I looked up into the branches of the overly large bush next to my house, and there the Kitkin sat, staring at me. I offered it a few berries, and it responded with a growl.
"Alright, alright, calm down. I'm just trying to give you some food." I placed a few of the berries in a pile next to me, and the little puffball, squinting at me and clearly suspicious, hopped down and began munching on the berries. I occasionally set a few more down, and it continued eating, until I managed to snatch it by the tail. "Gotcha!" I held up the creature, which glared and snapped at me, then opened the door to my house-
...Opened the door...
...Opened the...
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." I was, once again, locked out.
The Kitkin gave me a look that seemed to say, 'You are incredibly stupid', and, with a single tug, wiggled its tail out of my grip and began running off.
"Hey! Get back here, you stupid little-" I yelled, running after it through the snow. For reference, I was wearing slippers and pajamas, leaving me cold as the arctic circle. I chased the little creature through the woods nearby, where I eventually lost it... And all sense of direction. I looked back, seeing god knows how many sets of my own footprints, apparently having run in circles chasing the thing. "...Oh. Well, this sucks."
After about half an hour of attempting to retrace my steps, one thing was clear: I was completely, absolutely lost, and the Kitkin was gone. I sighed, trying in vain to pull myself up to a small tree branch to get my feet out of the snow. No upper body strength, no luck.
Well, that's brilliant. I sighed again, then began to try and push the snow away and make a small, cleared circle to sit in. It took far longer than it should have, but I eventually managed a tiny clearing. I sat there, huddled in a ball, staring at the morning sun filtering through the branches and pine needles and praying I wouldn't get frostbite.
The light seemed almost to twist and turn in spiraling swirls as I sat there. I don't know how long it was, but a deep voice spoke to me from behind my head.
"You are lost, aren't you?" The voice chuckled.
I turned my head. "Who-?" But rather than a human, I found standing before me a large, deer-like creature.
"That is my business, and mine alone, for now. If you wish, you may know me as the Steamflare Stag." He nodded at me. "Now, you are lost, cold, and alone, are you not? Where do you reside, human?"
"Umm... Well, I live in a decent sized house not far from here, but it's kind of hard to tell the direction from here-" I started.
"I see," he interrupted me. "You do not know the way, then? That is not a problem, I suppose. Climb onto my back, child, and I will help you find your way to your home."
I was silent, searching for the words. Nothing seemed to come out. "...Thank you, sir," I finally managed, climbing onto his back.
- - -
"Thank you, really," I said, bowing slightly - I really had no idea what to do to a deer who seemed to summon light as he walked. He seemed far more formal, regal, and elegant than even Hana, and she was a goddess!
...Of course, she wasn't a particularly intelligent goddess.
"It is no trouble. You may wish to avoid chasing these Kitkin that you speak of so far from now on," he said, nodding. "Now, though, I must be going." He began to trot away.
"Oh, wait!" He turned his head, looking at me. "Um... Will I ever see you again?"
"...Perhaps. But do not tell anyone of me, especially not your human friends, and do not [i]try to get lost again. I will not rescue you again if that is your intent."[/i] He chuckled again, then sped off, streams of light trailing after him.
I would see him many times later, but for the time being, I was simply happy to be on my front porch, watching him race away.