My heartsick walrus sounds out of the way, while I do like a pre-Galaxia connection for Crow and Siren, I don’t think they knew each other as children. So two separate things it is. If I ever write stuff with Crow and Siren (VERY POSSIBLE), I leave myself the option of contradicting this. Nobody gives a shit about that disclaimer, but I do. I CARE DAMMIT
Siren, #21: Their fondest childhood memory.
Siren’s fondest childhood memory is her first kill. Her world is a beautiful but harsh place, where food is mainly obtained through hunting. Siren’s species is toward the top of the food chain, but not apex, and so being an adept hunter is critical not just for the sake of eating, but to keep yourself strong and healthy enough to avoid becoming prey.
Siren’s mother was such a hunter, and began to teach Siren from when she was very young, even by their society’s usual standards. Siren paid close attention and worked hard. When she made her first kill, her mother was so proud, and Siren soared under her praise. She even let Siren eat all the food she’d caught herself. Which she did, with great enthusiasm. It would always be one of the most delicious meals Siren ever had.
Crow, #21: Their fondest childhood memory.
Crow doesn’t have a lot of fond childhood memories. Crow’s species on her planet form roving collective groups, and for reasons Crow never learned (she never cared to know), she was abandoned by her home group from infancy. She was taken in by a group of similar stragglers and refugees, but for a species that’s evolved to work as a cohesive whole rather than as individuals, things were never easy. Crow responded to this by focusing on excelling personally, striving for the time when she wouldn’t need even the loose bonds and cooperation of the group that had found her.
It’s not exactly a fond memory, but Crow’s proudest memory (so the closest answer she would tell you if you asked her) was the first night she survived completely on her own. Her species evolved into small group collectives to survive the dangers of their world, and while Crow was determined to shed that, the experience was terrifying. Being exposed and alone through the long night nearly broke her resolve. But come morning, the night was gone and Crow was still there. From that day on, Crow was confident she could do anything.
Though she’d never admit she was unable to quite shake her fear of the dark.