Over the decades she's learned to find fulfillment in things more minute than survival. Her self-expression, her music, being a mother most of all.
But the house was up there. Zero had an affinity for the water, the ocean especially. It was nostalgic and oddly calming. It'd been a months long process, the blueprints themselves a gift from Aloy to commemorate their many years together.
The floors were made from shiny blue tile imported from the Quen mainland, walls washed in plain neat white making it stick out among the many ornate Quen structures. Every piece of furniture was purchased over time, some were even gifts - she'd become something of a stylistic tastemaker.
The problem however is that it was small. There was only one bedroom and their daughters had been (begrudgingly) assigned pallets on the floor.
She was kind of pissed at them, so she doesn't feel bad about it in this moment.
Zero is already cocooned in their bed, scrolling mindlessly through stupid videos on her Focus, when Aloy enters she peaks out from under her blankets.
Age, or her new lifestyle has softened her features some. The angles of Zero's face are rounder now, and the intimidating aura she'd once projected has worn away like a knife turned blunt from years of overuse.]
Did they let you have it again?
[ She's been trying to avoid her own spawn now that they've settled in their sleeping spots.
The lack of proper beds had only made them grouchier about the news. ]
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Over the decades she's learned to find fulfillment in things more minute than survival. Her self-expression, her music, being a mother most of all.
But the house was up there. Zero had an affinity for the water, the ocean especially. It was nostalgic and oddly calming. It'd been a months long process, the blueprints themselves a gift from Aloy to commemorate their many years together.
The floors were made from shiny blue tile imported from the Quen mainland, walls washed in plain neat white making it stick out among the many ornate Quen structures. Every piece of furniture was purchased over time, some were even gifts - she'd become something of a stylistic tastemaker.
The problem however is that it was small. There was only one bedroom and their daughters had been (begrudgingly) assigned pallets on the floor.
She was kind of pissed at them, so she doesn't feel bad about it in this moment.
Zero is already cocooned in their bed, scrolling mindlessly through stupid videos on her Focus, when Aloy enters she peaks out from under her blankets.
Age, or her new lifestyle has softened her features some. The angles of Zero's face are rounder now, and the intimidating aura she'd once projected has worn away like a knife turned blunt from years of overuse.]
Did they let you have it again?
[ She's been trying to avoid her own spawn now that they've settled in their sleeping spots.
The lack of proper beds had only made them grouchier about the news. ]