𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕪, 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕠 ⋆*・゚ 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣
ᴘᴛ ɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇ. ᴘᴛ ɪɪ ꜱᴛᴀᴠᴇ. ᴘᴛ ɪɪɪ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ. ᴘᴛ ɪᴠ ꜱɪɴ. ᴘᴛ ᴠ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ. ᴘᴛ ᴠɪ ꜱᴇɴᴅᴏꜰꜰ.
➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ꜱᴇʀɢᴇᴀɴᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴇɴᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜰʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴄᴏᴜɴꜱᴇʟᴏʀ.
➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴀᴜ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, (ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ) ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ, ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ, ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘꜱ, ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀɪʀ, ᴄʟɪꜰꜰʜᴀɴɢᴇʀ?? (ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ/ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴊᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ)
➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 3.6ᴋ (ᴏᴏᴘꜱ)
➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ
⋆ ★ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ, ɪ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ. ʟɪꜰᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴄᴋꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ
⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*・゚ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ
You rush to the mess hall once you’ve finally gotten out of the shower and thrown on some clothes.
Shoes still untied and hair messily brushed and set, you’re far too eager to find where Hunter’s been waiting around while you were in the shower. You don’t want to make him wait for too long; you spend as little time as possible washing yourself off, practically counting the seconds and not wasting a single one to meander. To keep the person who invited you waiting is simply rude, after all; if his little invitation is even serious.
You really hope it is.
The mess hall is empty at first glance. Your eyes dart toward the kitchens, hoping maybe to see at least Wrecker chopping up fish or unpacking boxes of ingredients, then to the games area, maybe to find some older campers playing something. But it’s silent. Unsettingly silent. You blink once or twice, panic rushing into your veins.
“Hey, Maple.”
And that certainly doesn’t subside it.
You jolt your head in the direction of Hunter’s voice and put on a composed smile, straightening your posture. He’s so relaxed, too relaxed, leaned back on a table with his legs propped up on the bench across, a hand cradling the back of his head while the other plays with his necklace. Your eyes are immediately drawn to where he fiddles with the sharktooth, slowly shifting it around between his fingers, the black ink etched into his skin a sweet contrast to his skin tone. Will you ever get over how pretty he is?
Probably not, as long as you keep spending time with him.
Hunter grins, tilting his chin down.
“All clean?” He asks. You nod, biting your lip because your cheeks begin to hurt when you smile around him. It’s a little embarrassing how often you massage them at night before you go to sleep. All from smiling in his direction.
“Yep,” You affirm, walking a little closer. He props his legs down, slowly stretching as he lifts his back off the table and stands up, meeting you eye-to-eye. Though, he still has to look down a few inches to be precisely level.
He admits something to you, his chin tipped low and eyes flittering away.
“Honestly, `wasn’t sure you would show up.”
You blink, gawking while your shoulders stiffen.
“Really?”
He nods, shrugging oh-so-casually to ease your nerves. More to reduce his, you fail to conclude.
“ Yeah… ” He beckons, face contorting in awkward expressions as he negotiates with himself. His hand rubs the back of his neck but his eyes come back to yours. You like looking into them. “...I didn’t know if I had made it very clear. That I do really want to hang out.”
Slowly, a grin sneaks up on you, a breathy exhale leaving your nose.
“You made it clear,” you say. “Don’t worry.”
Hunter flashes you a grin back.
“Good.”
The atmosphere shifts in a fraction of a moment as he hoists himself up fully and takes a step backward.
“So…” Hunter rubs his hands together in a mischievous, yet friendly manner while licking his lips. “While you were in the shower, I figured out what we should do.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued.
“Oh?”
“Oh,” He says. Suddenly, his fingers circle your wrists again; he pulls you into his direction, and you yelp, body pliant just until it looks as though you’re about to fall into his chest. You don’t; just manage to avoid it and instead land nose to nose. When your eyes widen, he laughs softly, then mutters, “Sorry.”
“No problem,” You whisper back, eyes going crossed from how intensely you’re looking into his.
Hunter continues his proposition.
“I was thinking, we could go on a little adventure.”
Hunter’s tongue darts out to lick his lips again, the chapped skin obviously bothering him as he talks. His fingers are still wrapped around your wrists.
“There’s this hidden trail not too far from here.”
You nod with starry eyes.
“Found it the first week.”
“Yeah?” You can’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed over your smile.
“Yeah. I’ve been dying to show someone for ages.”
Hunter’s grip on your wrists loosens, and he takes a step back to release you completely. You keen softly and discreetly, missing the warmth of his touch, but you know you should focus on his words.
“So, do you wanna come with me, Maple?” he asks, eyes searching yours.
“Of course,” you say automatically, voice barely above a whisper. “I’d love to go.”
He grins; a flutter rushes in your stomach. You’ve never felt this sensation before, but don’t fret over it. You only wish to enjoy this moment. He urges you forward to follow him as he steps out of the mess hall, arms open in a welcoming manner.
“Well?” He asks, assuring once again you do really want to spend time with him. You giggle, softly brushing your thumb over your chin while biting your lip. His nose scrunches observing your flushed expression. Then, he shrugs.
“Can’t lose all the daylight.”
-
Things become less awkward after that.
Hunter isn’t as formidable in your mind now. Not as intimidating. You’re able to spend time with him and look him in the eyes without having your mind completely plagued by salacious images and thoughts. They won’t go away entirely. But at least you can enjoy his company now.
And you enjoy it a lot. Especially during nights like this.
You bring your hands closer to the bonfire, holding them out to warm yourself up as you listen to Tech’s vivid scary story. He insisted on telling his own instead of going with a classic one, providing graphic details to fully wrap his young listeners in a terrifying tale of disfigured forest creatures hunting for new flesh to replace their missing limbs.
“And the mutilated moose crept into the cabin, body and mind set on one thing only; hunt. Take. Tear.”
As if his body wasn’t already so slouched over, Tech cranes his neck down in a menacing manner, eyes lit up by the fire of his own cryptic fantasy.
“The frightened children screamed, already crying pleas of mercy and wishes to be spared of the animal’s wrath, but the moose could not find a distinct difference in any of their voices; all he saw was pliable, soft, young flesh.”
Omega’s eyes are bright and overflowing with excitement and eagerness, captivated by the story; her fellow campers, not so much.
“What kind of karkin’ story is this?” Hannah mutters only a few minutes later. Mona shoots an austere look her way.
“Language!”
“Sorry,” Hannah shoots back quickly, before looking back at Omega. “Seriously, tell your brother he needs to get better at this. I’m just plain creeped out.”
Omega frowns, flashing the girls a disappointed look.
“You’re just fraidy-tookas,” She says, puffing up her chest and tilting her chin up. “I’m not scared. I think Tech is a wonderful storyteller!”
“...He’s been talking about the color of the door for two minutes now.”
That makes you snort, covering your face as you laugh into your palm. Mona laughs with you, and Omega continues to defend her brother’s prose to the other disturbed campers.
You’re so distracted by their conversation that it takes a moment for you to process the new weight that presses against you on one side.
You turn your head. Hunter’s face is illuminated by the orange glow of the fire, expression meltingly soft with the heat. His eyes bore into you, entranced even as you pay him no attention, and that crooked grin makes you want to leap into his arms.
You don’t. Though everything inside of you aches for the contact.
“Why’d you come over here?” You ask, lowly so the conversation can be kept between just the two of you.
Hunter blinks and his gaze darts away, shrugging robotically as his arms rest awkwardly at his sides. He places his hands in a firm grip on the log you both sit on and leans in further, with almost no personal space between the two of you.
“...You looked scared,” He says, though even he doesn’t sound very convinced. You tilt your head a little to the left and watch him think over his next words with careful precision, almost how one would handle a knife. As meticulous as Crosshair with his bow and arrow.
He finally figures out what he wants to say.
“Thought you might want some company.”
When his lips part, tongue darting to moisten them as you look at him, you smile to ease the tension.
“Think you’re just making up an excuse to sit next to me,” You say, chin tilted down. A strand of hair falls in front of your face, and you pull it back swiftly, though his flickering looks and twitching arm suggest he would have done it himself if you didn’t react so fast. He laughs weakly, leaning back to allow fresh air to flow between you as he relaxes.
“Eh…” He persists, shrugging again. He slumps as his eyes go back to where they rightfully deserve to be and you grin giddily. “The boys’ competition over macho-ness gets annoying.”
With a chuckle, you agree and nudge his shoulder, encouraging him to put his arms out and warm himself up as Tech finally begins to trudge toward the end of his story ( only with the rude heckles from one of Hunter’s campers, who groans and yells ‘just wrap it up already!’ when he retells the discussion the animals have after harvesting the flesh).
Omega is overjoyed that the two of you get along now. She sits by the edge of her bed while you list your activities for the day, rocking her feet excitedly whenever she learns that you have at least one with Cedar Cabin.
“Now you and I can both hang out with Hunter!” She says, taking skipping-like steps beside you while coaxing the rest of the girls over. “Since you two are friends now. Right?”
You smile warmly at the thought, holding your gaze away to hide the expression from Omega.
“Yeah. Friends.”
Due to his little sister’s adamancy, he even joins the Maple cabin in a braid train.
“Hm…” His voice is rumbling low through his closed lips as he observes you in the front. Your hair is currently being pulled back by Omega, softly separating your hair as hers gets put into small pigtails, unable to be braided like the rest of the girls. “This looks fun.”
You smile up at him, leaning back as Omega tugs you closer to her.
“You should join too!” She says. Hunter raises an eyebrow, still staying put at the foot of the door, tantalizingly rocking back and forth while pursing his lips in thought.
“...I dunno if I’m technically allowed to go in here,” He says, mournfully thinking over the rules set between boys and girls entering a cabin designated to the other gender.
This time, you speak, laying down a loophole for Hunter to exploit.
“That rule doesn’t apply to counselors, I believe.”
He takes little time then to walk inside and join the rest, placing his back to you and letting all his hair down through his bandana.
“Be as rough as you need to,” He advises, turning his chin to rest on his shoulder, all to look you in the eye. You nod in understanding. “There’s probably a lot of knots in there.”
“Noted, Hunter,” You say, softly running your hands through his hair as you do your best to tangle through the knots he fairly warned you about.
His hair turns out great; though you have to run your hands through it numerous times to untangle certain stubborn knots, it’s all neatly combed to his back. You give him a fishtail braid, softly humming along to the songs the girls belt brightly as they do their own work on everyone else’s hair. By the time you’ve finished, Hunter’s locks match everyone else's intricate braids.
“Cedar is going to give me so much kark for this,” He mutters quietly, making sure none of the campers can hear his slight curse as he plays with the end of the braid. You smile at your handiwork, taking it in your own hand and laying it over his shoulder.
“Are you gonna take it out?” You ask, a small pout on your face. He empathizes, shaking his head.
“Not going to let a bunch of boys’ silly opinions ruin your great work.”
You smile, cheeks beginning to hurt again. It’s become far too common whenever you’re with Hunter.
“Good,” You say, and he smirks with a soft glint. His eyes dart back to the window, watching how all of the girls now, not just Omega, adamantly watch you and Hunter talk on the porch. You quickly sneak a glance too; it seems his sister has gotten the rest of the girls to eagerly watch you two stumble around and flirt awkwardly as well.
He sighs, leaning back casually as he rocks back and forth on his heels again, hands in his pockets.
“I should uh, head back to my cabin,” He says. Your body stiffens, but you’re by no means tense. You simply nod. “`It’s almost lights out.”
“It is,” You repeat, eyes flitting toward the window again. The girls have seemed to lose interest, now getting ready for bed, except Omega, who’s still staring at the two of you.
“Goodnight, Maple,” He sends a small wave your way before turning and stepping off the porch. You wave back even when his back is turned.
“Goodnight.”
He turns back once before disappearing in the night.
When you spin around and go back into your cabin, grabbing the end of the blanket, you notice the slip of paper intricately folded up left on your pillow.
Tonight, 45 minutes after lights out. Wanna go out on the lake together?
I’ll be there if you decide you do.
-Hunter
-
After staring at the paper for way longer than you care to admit, you wait for the rest of the girls to fall asleep, pass Tech’s lights-out inspection, and acutely watch the clock until it’s around five minutes for you to leave. You toss on warmer clothes, switch your sleeping shorts for jeans, put on an actual shirt rather than a tank top, and swiftly leave your cabin.
The silence of the night while you make your way to the lake is both eerie and calming. Your steps are placid and wary as you gingerly avoid leaves and twigs, and rear your head in the direction of any abnormal sound that flies through the trees. It’s a tedious walk being so cautious, but you fear even more now being caught out of the cabin, not supervising your campers, spending alone time with another counselor.
You do reach the shore, catching Hunter’s hunched figure over a canoe tied to the pole, not even realizing your presence until you arrive just a few feet away from him. He turns to the side, his now almost fallen-out braid flipping in the air, and smiles. Embarrassingly, your eyes immediately float to his uncovered arms, the sleeves of his camp shirt pulled up to reveal slivers of skin you wouldn't see otherwise, and the beginning of the skeleton ink on one side of his body. They're glued right there even as he talks.
“You’re here.”
You grin, kneeling to finally meet his eyes. His hands are still wrapped around the rope, tentatively looking back at the canoe and then returning his gaze to yours while you answer him.
“Of course I am.” You take a deep breath, take a glance at the canoe, and part your lips softly. “What’s your little plan for an adventure this time?”
“Well, I got a canoe," he gestures over to it, then a little further inside. "Thought we could row out and see the stars.”
Your heart swells the instant he finishes his sentence. He looks so earnest under the pale, weak moonlight, the dim flickering of dormant fireflies illuminating his face just a little more. You grin, biting the inside of your cheek as you stare fondly.
“That sounds like a wonderful night," you say.
Hunter lets out a deep breath, partly you believe in relief.
"Good."
With that, he grins and stands up, holding out a hand to help you in the canoe while the other holds his knee to keep himself steady. You take it graciously and shiver the moment his warm fingers brush against yours. You let his palm envelop yours, gripping it to pull yourself up and let him guide you into the canoe.
When your bottom hits the wood, he chuckles softly and lets go of your hand.
"`You all good?" He asks.
You nod acutely, tucking a stray hair behind your ear and gazing out over the lake. As you look back, you get a delightful view of his hands deftly undoing the knot of the rope to loosen the grip of the pole on the canoe and climbing in with you.
The weight of the canoe dips. You yelp. Hunter reaches over and holds one of your arms, then places a finger tentatively over your quivering lips.
"Hey," He mutters, eyes focused on you. You gaze into them, chest rising and falling now with the sudden proximity. He leans in further. "We still can't make too much noise. Don't want to alert anyone."
In the navy darkness, you nod keenly and the weakest, quietest whimper is choked in your throat. Hunter twitches for a moment and you could swear you see a tenseness in his limbs when he hears the sound, but it's gone before you can fully process it.
"Right," You say hushed. He nods again and pulls his finger away.
Hunter relaxes and finally pushes the canoe away from the dock. The canoe glides smoothly through the calm water, propelled by his practiced strokes. That feeling creeps up on you again, tingling and kindred in your stomach while you gaze away into the sky, at the stars he'd wanted to come and look at in the first place.
The night remains quiet. A frog croaks and there's a placid splash distant from where you recline. Lime fireflies gleam once again, flicker softly above you in weak swarms, not nearly as prominent as that one night, but plenty nonetheless. At that moment, you're perfectly content in the silence, watching the stars twinkle above you. Especially because you know that Hunter's eyes are set on you.
"It's so pretty..." You mumble, adoration in your smile. Hunter hums something of an agreement, and there's a shift in weight on the canoe. You gaze down, seeing how he leans half his body on the side of the canoe, lax.
"It is," He agrees, eyes set on you.
It's instinct for your chin to dip down. If only you had your hat to obscure your face and furious flush, but now you only have your hand to hide your flattered expression. Hunter scoffs, reaching over and gripping your wrist in that familiar way he seems to like to do.
"Come on," he coaxes. "Don't be so shy."
Once again, you fall victim to his perfectly charming nature. You allow him to pull your hand away from your face and flutter your eyelashes. A hand presses to one side of the canoe to lean your careening body.
"I'm sorr-"
You're unable to finish your sentence before you yelp with a sudden loss of balance. Your whole body falls; collapses and plunges into the cold lake water. Your legs kick and scramble, immediately pushing up to the surface for air, and you gasp when you reach the surface, trying to figure out why you were just submerged in the water.
It only dawns upon you as you hear Hunter's coughing and rub your eyes.
The canoe tipped.
Maker, what an idiot you are.
You're about to apologize incessantly, swim off, and wallow in your misery for finally reaching the last straw of embarrassment you can take; Hunter will chew you out now at this point for being so unaware of your surroundings, failing to be cautious in exchange to look into his dreamy eyes. All as you're about to begin your strings of apologies, Hunter laughs.
You blink a few droplets off your lashes and get a clear look to make sure your ears aren't fooling you; Hunter actually is laughing. Deep from his chest, his eyes scrunched as he pulls his hair out of his face. His bandana now gripped in his arm, he ruffles his drenched shirt and coughs out a few more wanton chuckles.
But then you're laughing as well. Giggling into your hand as aftershock waves ripple and splash around you. The rush of joy that surges in your chest makes you soar, playfully kicking your legs and smiling giddily in his direction.
"Did not mean to do that,” you articulate, ending with a soft squeak of laughter when he claps his hand hard against the water, sending a splash in your direction.
"Certainly wasn't expecting it,” he quips back, chuckling softly.
"Yeah.” it’s a soft response of agreement, passive as your body careens closer to him. He’s positively drenched, just like you, his eyes sparkling against the light of the stars and moon, lime green fireflies buzzing above you silently. “Me neither,” you finish.
Your lips part. His does as well.
Your eyes drift down. So does his.
You bring them back up in a split instant after your cheeks heat up. The air is thick; so you flash a smile to ease the tension.
"Hi," You say softly.
Hunter smiles, a breathy exhale escaping him. His hand creeps up and he trails his fingers over your face, taking loose strands of your hair and brushing it behind your ear.
"Hi," he says back.
The world pauses to mold around the two of you; the moment can't seem to get any more perfect.
And then he leans in.
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LoZ - Faron Cultural Tidbits
Due to how the Zonai used to inhabit the area, Faron culture takes a couple of cues from them. Or at least their architecture & food do.
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We all know that if you go to Lover's Pond, it's said that you will meet your one true love/soulmate.
However, just seeing a picture of the pond isn't enough.
You have to go there in person or the magic doesn't work.
Sorry, but that's just how it goes.
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The Koholina Archipelago consists of Eventide Island (the smallest island closest to the mainland), Windfall Island (the capital that hosts the port town & largest market in the archipelago), Stormbreak Island, Outset Island (the agricultural island; said to be where the Koholina culture began), Gale Island, Greatfish Island, Tombstone Island (a sacred island where the Koholinites send off their dead, hold funerals, ect), & Dragon Rise Island (the island with the most Rito living there).
It also goes by the name of the Koholint Domain as many Zora live there.
The name Koholint comes from the Faronic word Koholina, meaning "to choose joy."
Each island has a Hyrulean Common name & a Native Faron name.
Eventide Island = Ahiahi Moku (Evening Island)
Windfall Island = Makani’olu Moku or Makani Pōmaikaʻi Moku (Fair Winds Island or Winds of Fortune Island)
Stormbreak Island = Makani'ino Moku (Stormbreak Island)
Outset Island = Hoʻomaka Moku (Island of Beginning)
Gale Island = Makani’nui Moku (Gale Island)
Greatfish Island = Akua I’a Moku or Ua’nui Moku (Fish God Island or Downpour/Heavy Rain Island)
Tombstone Island = Ha’alele Moku (Island of Departure)
Dragon Rise Island = Kelekona Keha Moku (Dragon Rise Island)
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It's said that Greatfish Island is home to Kilo Hamuni, who is believed to be an ancient Wai Akua or water deity. Kilo meaning “seer.”
Meanwhile, on Dragon Rise Island, it is said that a great red dragon named Kahu Walu dwells. Kahu translating to “guardian or caretaker.”
Along with them, the residents also exalt a pair of twin wind deities referred to as Polinahe & Inikiniu. The two represent the different ways that the wind can influence the world.
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The Faronic languages are much like Hawaiian with a bit of several Mesoamerican languages mixed in due to environmental Zonai influence.
The languages mainly consist of the letters A, E, H, I, K, L, M, N, O, P, U, W, & the ʻokina (') with other letters showing up sparingly.
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Residents of Koholina tend not to use metal; instead, their tools & weapons are primarily made of wood.
They use various types of Lei'o'manō. Like the most commonly known Lei'o'manō, a Palau Papaniho'manō (sharktooth club). There's also the Pahoa'i'a'me Lei'o'manō (sharktooth spear, also used for fishing), & Ku`eku`e Lima Lei'o'manō (sharktooth knuckles). Along with the Ulimasao (paddle club used to end war & steer towards peace).
Lurelinites are lucky in that they live on the mainland near mountains that have ore deposits. Therefore, they have the benefit of metal.
One such weapon being the Nifo'oti (cane knife).
Of course, Lurelinites also use Lei'o'manō too.
They've also been learning to use Luminous Stone since the upheaval.
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Koholint Rito invented the double-limbed bow called Pālua Lima Pana, which is a high-performance bow with a lot of power behind it.
It was actually modeled after the hunting bow of the goddess of love & passion, Karina, who is one of Faron's oldest still recognized deities & referred to as Kalina by the residents.
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Faronites are quite adept with weaving & crafting. Their jewelry is typically made from various seashells, pearls, beads, straw, & even flowers, which are all very popular in their fashion.
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On their wedding days, Faronites wear a type of lovely necklace of woven straw with cowrie shells & a Sweetheart Orchid sealed in resin for the pendant. It's supposed to grant luck & are called Lā Male Puka.
They are then hung near the entrance to the couple's home together to grant guests positive energy & assurance by showing them that a happy couple lives there together.
If you ever see only one hanging there, it might be a sign that there are some turbulent waters between them.
… Or an Inu'waipā'ani passed by during a storm & stole it. Inu'waipā'ani being playful seabreeze spirits of Faron myth that often play little pranks on people. Mostly harmless, but are much like Koroks in that they are very child-like & might not always understand things. For Inu'waipā'ani specifically, how their pranks might affect others.
Never intentionally malicious unless angered or corrupted by Malice.
As such, most of the time, if they notice that their pranks have hurt someone, whether physically or emotionally, they'll often feel very guilty & bless their victims with Moanipōmaika'i or “lucky breezes” that cause fortunate things to happen as a result of said breezes.
Or in the case of them having taken a very sentimental or important item, they also return said item. Though, it's often a bit scuffed up too.
They are thought to play with Koroks, young Keaton, & even Skullkids.
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Faron weddings tend to feature a lot of flowers.
Like, holy cow, the flowers!
This is partially due to Kalina being primarily known as a goddess of both love & flowers in Faronic theology.
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