“Aren’t mothers supposed to be doing this?” Niv questioned her father as they walked along the forest floor on the outskirts of Desnind.
“Usually yes… but well… your mama isn’t that kind of mama.” Papa Pippo responded hesitantly as he thought of his wife Maroo, who only enjoyed cooking because she got to crush bugs with her bare hands. Instead of wearing make up or decorating ones hair, Maroo wore a bird skull helmet and armour made of a hairy spider carcass. Pippo was certain his daughter would be the same but here he was taking her out to look for berries and leaves to use as make up.
“Will this berry work?” Niv pointed out a bundle of small dark orange berries hanging from a bush up ahead.
Pippo shook his head “No no, too dry.”
“What about this?” Niv picked up an abandoned snail shell.
“I thought we were making colourful paste?” Pippo responded with a raised brow and pursed lips of confusion.
“I just thought it would look nice in my hair.” Niv picked up the shell and placed it in her tangled vines to give her father a better idea of what she was getting at.
“It looks nice..” Pippo avoided eye contact and gave a weak smile “But lets keep looking.”
The pair walked deeper through the forest as Niv continued to think of how to adorn the snail shell in her hair, The purple flowers sprouting from her scalp made it a little difficult however.
“I think I see blueberries,” The older tunawa tapped on his daughters shoulder and pointed to the bush just past a thick mossy tree. “You can make great purple paint with them, or in this case face paint.”
“I’ll go see.” Niv smiled as she ran ahead to the blue berry bush. “It is! It is!” The hyperactive tunawa child exclaimed as she jumped up and down in joy.
“Okay calm down its just a berry,” Her father chuckled as he caught up to his daughter. “I’ll get it for you sweetie.”
Pippo climbed up the base of the bush and soon fell to the ground with a massive bunch of blueberries in one of his hands.
“Okay so now what we need is bird droppings.” Pippa remarked casually as he continued onward.
“Bird droppings?” the younger tunawa repeated to see if she had heard correctly.
“Yup, it’s what we need to make the paste.” Pippo nodded.
“Well there’s plenty of birds in these woods, we’ll find some Papa then you can teach me to pretty my face up.” Niv clapped her hands happily at the idea.
“Well I’ll try..” Pippo raised his shoulders hesitantly to his eager daughter.
“Oh I think I just saw a really big bird lets follow it.” Niv pointed ahead.
Art credit to koyamori