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Library, Wednesday

Peridot was an actual, literal gemstone with a hard-light projection for a body. Whatever was happening on the island this week, she was not only immune by virtue of being an inorganic object, she was also immune by virtue of finding everything involved with organic reproduction to be seriously icky.

Not that she knew what was going on, really. Some dogs had behaved a little too enthusiastically in class today. People were cranky on the radio. And there was a gremlin in the library attempting to convince her to run away with him and live in the sewers and cracks in the walls forever.

She was going to have to take a pass on that, but she appreciated the offer.

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With a little perspective, Sidon realized that this week wouldn't be nearly so difficult for him if only it were happening back home, with his own people. As it was, he not only felt very confused about everything happening to him, but he felt very much like even if the feelings were similar, no one could really understand because they weren't Zora. He was surrounded by creatures that, while usually not that strange, were suddenly supremely foreign and odd, fascinating in their differences, both wildly alluring and incredibly grotesque.

And he felt confident in his conclusion that none of them had pursued any baffling, embarrassing encounters with a dolphin, either.

The only thing he could think to do, then, was to seek out the person who knew best who also wasn't even remotely human.

"Salutations, Peridot," Sidon smiled a little when he found her in the library, shifting quite a bit, because, even if he wasn't feeling so uncomfortable in his own skin right now, dry land was getting to be particularly difficult as the days went on. Plus, he didn't exactly know how to broach the subject in a more polite fashion, anyway. "Err...um....how are you today?"

"Sidon," Peridot greeted, and then waved a hand, trying to shoo away the flirtatious gremlin who had been coming around the corner with a bouquet of those flowers to present to her in another attempt to woo her. "I'm well enough, I suppose."

She tilted her head at him, letting the gremlin to its sulking at yet another rejection.

"What brings you around today?"

"Oh," said Sidon, grinning after the dejected gremlin, more than happy to seize on something to distract him...or at least delay him...on his course to his original intention in stopping by, "I see you have a bit of a paramour, Peridot."

A decidedly non-human one, which delighted him more than it should have. But, then again, Peridot seemed to be able to do one thing with her gremlin that he hadn't been able to do with his dolphin: actually say no...

"I have no idea what that means," Peridot intoned, glancing at Sidon again. "It wants me to go live underground with it."

Which... wasn't entirely a terrible idea, admittedly. Gems were perfectly comfortable underground, at least.

"I am not well versed in the mind of a gremlin," Sidon admitted, still unable to wipe that grin from his face, "but I do believe that means it may be rather sweet on you. I believe it may be interested in mating."

"In mating?"

Peridot was giving Sidon such a horrified look, now.

"I don't do that!"

"I...rather believe it is unaware of that fact," Sidon noted, his grin now a pleased on as his little attempt to ask about such a thing without actually saying the words had worked. Although now he felt himself grow a little curious about whether the Goron actually mated. Had he ever heard of or seen a female Goron?

He shook his head, hoping to shake away the images of feminine rocks before they became too present, especially since he would rather it didn't start making his conversation with Peridot as awkward as everything else this week.

"The island appears to have entered its mating season," he mused, his smile turning a bit sheepish. "The presence of human pheromones is almost overwhelming me, if I must be truly honest. I was hoping to seek you out to escape it for a while...wondering if it, ahh...might...be...influencing any other...non-humans...too..."

Peridot tilted her head up at Sidon, looking thoughtful.

"Well, it's clearly affecting the gremlins," she noted, looking askance in the direction her admirer had slunk off to. "But I'm a Gem. We aren't made for whatever it is that the island is trying to get people to do."

She paused, and then added, "Well, most of us aren't. Some of us can be. I'm not one of them."

And the small little flutter in his stomach in the brief moment between Some of us and I'm not one of them proved to Sidon that this idea was much more complicated in reality than it had been in his head.

Oh, sweet ocean, calling to him again! He let out a slow breath, which turned into a rather nervous sounding chuckle.

"Then consider me rather envious of your imperviousness to such things!" he declared. "It has been....most peculiar. Say! Do you suppose there might be records on file in this glorious library that might present a hint for how long this season might last? I am afraid if it is too much longer, I'd best be returning to Zora's Domain until it subsides..."

Peridot looked at Sidon thoughtfully, and then slipped down from her seat, going hunting for periodicals.

"I did see something about pollen before," she offered. "I believe it's an annual occurrence, but I'm not sure how long it tends to run. Still, finding out should be pretty easy. We keep excellent records here."

Peridot's thoughtful look was met with one of awkward suspicion, but Sidon assured himself that he was very likely reading too much into things before following her down the stacks. "I would expect nothing less," he said, "a fine establishment such as this! I have yet to be disappointed in any of my searches for things here, and I'm certain this will be no exception!"

Whether or not the information would offer what he was hoping to discover, however, was another matter entirely.

Peridot? Doing something suspicious?

... Well, all the time, granted. But in this case she was just going to rummage for old newspapers, perking up a little when she found one from an appropriate date with a headline about pollen. A few more minutes of rummaging, and there was another one about how it was gone.

"A week," she declared. "It's usually a week-long thing."

And while Peridot rummaged, Sidon shifted his weight almost nervously between his feet, bouncing a little, wondering if he should help, certain that he would just get in Peridot's way, eyes roaming the nearby books and wondering if there were any particularly interesting titles nearby, perhaps involving the curious thing that was human romances, or perhaps some yarn about star-crossed lovers from different worlds, he wondered what there might be in the reference section about dolphi--

"A week!" Really, the news came at just the right time. "Oh, but that's wonderful! Thank goodness! A week isn't that long at all, especially when one considers that some species probably go through mating seasons of a month or two, perhaps even half a year. So...when did this all start? Of course, you probably wouldn't have even noticed, but I do believe feeling quite a bit different upon waking up at the start of the week...yes, that would make sense if it's pollen as you say, because that was when the winter cleared up, and--" He interrupted himself with a pleased, almost excited laugh, "--that was when I took that swim! It had been so long, I suppose I initially thought my mood was due to finally getting into the water again without freezing my very gills off. Everything will likely be back to normal by Monday, then, oh that is such a relief to hear!"

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