#ziva ~ bud of castaway peace

[woofs-crackkids]

What's your favorite foods?

Evgen: We were about to ask you the same thing! But for my favorite food, hmm…

Evgen: My mom used to bring them to me often as a small treat after— yeah! I don’t often need to eat, I mostly take nutrients from the air, but it’s still nice!

Ziva: As for me, it a tough choice with all the array of flora in the gardens, but for me I’d have to go with…

Ziva: It’s tough, chewy, and has plenty of nutrients. Delicious!

Plasma: 🍽️

Ziva: She has a big appetite…

Evgen: But don’t worry! There’s plenty of meat, bread, and veggies to go around!

[woofs-crackkids]

WELCOME!!!

Ziva: We have never been more excited to have a new guest. Please, take a seat!

Evgen: We have meats and breads and vegetation galore, so please let us know if you need anything!

Plasma: 👍

[refs + introductions under cut!]

ZIVA (she/they, with a preference to she/her)

Born out of a peace offering between the Radiance and the White Lady, and promptly cast away once peace papers were signed.

Adoptive parental figure to Plasma, biologically their sister.

Dating Evgen.

EVGEN (she/her)

Born out of an unlikely collaboration between Monomon the Teacher and Hive Queen Vespa herself.

Adoptive parental figure to Plasma, dating Ziva.

PLASMA (any pronouns)

Birthed from a combination of the Radiance’s light and a pool of lifeblood, budding a being from it’s midst.

Adopted not soon after by Ziva and Evgen.

Does not speak up too often. Prefers gestures and expressions.

[woofs-crackkids]

Hello everyone! First things first, what are your opinions on your families? Or at least, what you know of them

Evgen: My mommas! Both of them were very busy people, Monomon doing various governmental dues, while the Hive Queen was busy tending to her royal duties. I oftentimes switched back and forth.

While with my mom (Vespa), she would often sit me on some tables and chairs, or in her free time show me the Hive and it’s culture. Some of my fondest memories are from there.

My mother (Monomon), was… kind. She is a willing and wonderful teacher. Unfortunately, I also was a subject. That doesn’t mean she didn’t consider me her child! But it would be routine checkups almost weekly. Otherwise, she was the one who taught me to read and write!

Ooh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble, haha. Ziva?

Ziva: I unfortunately do not have much to say on either of my parents. They hardly were parents to me in the first place… I was raised in a palace until briefly after I was able to walk and talk, then promptly cast out.

Can’t say me having to adopt my own sibling makes that bitter taste in my mouth any better.

Ziva looks towards Plasma.

Ziva: Do you remember anything about your parents, Plasma?

Plasma: ❓☀️💧🌸

They hand Ziva a drawing they’ve been working on at the table. The boofly they had been eating already been completely devoured.

The drawing is of some strange shaped scribbles colored yellow with various blue dots scattered across the page.

Ziva: Oh? Very nice!