Robin wasn't sure what she should've been thinking when she was born into this some what dream-like world she was so called 'born' into. Her parents were a couple of old human like squids (called Inklings) who lived in the green fields of Calamari County for years. They raised food for a living and sold whatever they didn't need to the local town shops nearby. To say Robin was born into a way of life she wasn't familiar with was a understatement.

Last Robin checked, her name wasn't Robin, she wasn't a Inkling, and she was pretty sure there was no such place as Calamari County from where she grew up. She can't even remember much without getting a headache in her tiny squid-child brain, but she knows she was once human and she lived in the United States. Robin also knew that human children do not look like tiny Bloopers from Mario Kart, and did not enjoy the fact that the other Inklings that visit awe over her unusual coloration- that being her 'tentacles' being mainly black, but the tips a delightfully light shade of blue called Robin Egg blue.

Robin glared up from where she lay in the crib the two elder inklings had put her into for a 'nap'. As much as her tiny body tried to resist, her abnormal golden eyes closed and she fell into a deep sleep. Earlier that day, her parents told her that her cousin was coming to visit with her aunt and uncle, people she was not excited to see, but yet was so nervous to think about.

The next morning went without fanfare as Robin woke up to her 'mother' carrying her to the table and feeding whatever the heck these squids called food. Robin wasn't sure how the heck she even knew where to shovel things into her mouth, but apparently inkling babies such as her were fed ink instead of regular food to grow their own ink capcity. Robin didn't disappoin as she ate the (sadly) appetizing meal.

Her mother picked her up and cleaned whatever mess she made on her face before setting her down in a playpen enclouser, something Robin has only seen a couple times as a human. Usually babies were placed inside them to play around with toys or other children around or at their age. Robin winced as she remembered that her cousin was coming, so she tried to squeeze herself to hide without much success.

Robin glanced up as a couple of adult Inklings entered the room with a tiny white-ish grey squid in their arms, the squid was also smaller then her, with cardinal red splashed onto the ends of its tentacles. The small one was placed in the playpen before the adults continued to talk, moving away.

The small one glanced around with golden eyes, the pupils reminding Robin of a target icon you'd see for guns (she had figured out herself when her mother had passed by a mirror that her own were in the shape of a four pointed star) before they locked onto her own. The small one almost seemed to jump in either shock or excitement before slowly slopping itself over to her.

Robin stared at the other inkling child before the small one decided to pounce on her, Robin letting a warbled yell of shock as her slightly larger body fell back, the white squid hugging her with all her strength, but luckily Robin was able to escape with a few twists and turns, pulling herself away from the crazy child.

Glancing at where her parents were, she was annoyed to see that they were unbothered by the sudden warbled cry, and were instead laughing over something Robin couldn't understand. Letting out a warbled huff, she looked back at the white squid and sweat dropped as the squid looked like she was going to cry. Facepalming with her tentacle, she scooted over.

The squid seemed to lighten up as she approached, and when she offered her tentacles out for a hug, the other happily jumped into it, hugging her with the force of a robotic crusher. Robin simply winced and patted the squids back uncomfortably and was a bit upset that her parents didn't introduce her supposed cousin to her and so she was forced to either call her small one or squid for now, until she heard something from her parents.

Speaking of her parents, usually (when they werent getting visits) would teach her their language (Inklish?) which was harder said then done. While some shapes reminded her of English from her old life, some of the words were a lot different and came out of their mouths differently as well, but it was going along better then trying to teach her Spanish, and also thankfully due to the fact that she was now a 'child' again.

She can't even remember who claimed that children learned better when they were young. Probably some docter she never met or cared to learn about. She was a lot more interested in the now and then- not so much of the past or the future if she had to choose.

Robin watched as the squid pulled away and started warbling away into her ears (she doesn't even know what to call them) before they are suddenly pulled upwards and into her aunts arms. The small one lets out a warbled cry of shock, and whines, but doesn't cry loudly like Robin thought she might've. The aunt simply said something of the lines of "Say goodbye" and "Cardinal" to the small one. She guessed that the squid was called Cardinal and waved to the smaller squid.

Cardinal let out a warbled squeal of delight and waved back, if not quicker, before the Aunt turned and met up with the Uncle by the door where their footwear was waiting for them and left. Robin was almost disappointed, then she realized something.

Was she and Cardinal named after both the birds and the color?!