Keatons are a sly bunch. Rare is it that they reveal themselves to anyone but their own kin, and yet they have a knowledge of other cultures that borders on the absolutely obsessive, right down to the quantity of every individual object in towns nearby. Sore knew this, and felt he could use that knowledge to get rich quick, learning enough about their looks to imitate one long enough for them to approach. And yet, all of them wanted knowledge in return, quizzing him on all kinds of seemingly nonsensical things he never had the answers to. One day, Sore simply begged to be smarter, so he could fit in better with the Keatons - and one larger such specimen answered that plea by swallowing him whole.

As the kokiri boy softened and liquified into a colourful lump, he felt he had been betrayed. And yet, in a humiliating twist of fate, he would find the vulpine predator had in fact been true to their word. Even a sentient blob of fat, immobile and blind to all senses besides touch, was still much smarter than any kokiri once it belonged to a Keaton. And he was most DEFINITELY fitting in much better than he had been at any point prior.



Original art by  Xalloir

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