linkthesilentknight

[linkthesilentknight]

[He looks down at Ravio’s face sadly, unsure what else to do other than be here for him. Tulin..He was nice. He was really, really cheerful. He’s. He hopes he’s alright now.]

I heard you can bring back the dead?

I’ll pay anything! Heart containers *pulls 5 from his bag* o-or rupees! I have hundreds!

Anything! I just need Tulin back!

He’s not dead yet he can’t be he won’t be

- @very-normal-ravio

…Another that seeks the comfort that is bring back a loved one….

Nothing that you may offer me would be enough to curse one with returning to the living, for they aren’t here to be cursed….

…Pray here once more, when you’ve obtained his corpse…And we shall strike the bargain then….

[linkthesilentknight]

[His head snaps over at the sound, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide- holy moly that was loud-, and he’s by Ravio’s side the next second. The hand going to his hilt stops, and he watches the smoke creep back under the statue before he fully turns to Ravio.]

[Ravio…]

[He crouches down next to him, placing a hand on his back, rubbing circles on his back with his thumb. He read somewhere that doing so was comforting for most.]

[He can’t help him more, no matter how much he wants to, so he just looks between the grieving Ravio and the items that fell, choosing to ignore the concerning amount.]

I heard you can bring back the dead?

I’ll pay anything! Heart containers *pulls 5 from his bag* o-or rupees! I have hundreds!

Anything! I just need Tulin back!

He’s not dead yet he can’t be he won’t be

- @very-normal-ravio

…Another that seeks the comfort that is bring back a loved one….

Nothing that you may offer me would be enough to curse one with returning to the living, for they aren’t here to be cursed….

…Pray here once more, when you’ve obtained his corpse…And we shall strike the bargain then….

[linkthesilentknight]

[…Okay. He’s not coming then. That’s fine. He’ll just. He’ll just keep watch. Stay here. To make sure Monsters don’t come. Yea. Keep watch.]

[He nods, and silently watches as Ravio approaches the Statue, and then turns his back to him and begins watching the road instead.]

*you notice Ravio approaching you, but something doesn’t seem quite right about his demeanor. His eyes dart around more than usual and his hands are shaking*

I—do you know where a statue that can bring back the dead is?

- @very-normal-ravio

[A statue that can bring back one from their demise? No, what?]

[…Wait, is he talking about the statue that stole one of his lives and made him pay to get it back.]

[Hylia, he probably is.]

?

[He counters the question with a tilt of his head instead, and an arch of his brow. He looks at Ravio suspiciously, waiting for his adoptive father to explain himself.]

[linkthesilentknight]

[Yea. Okay. Sure. He can. He’ll do that. He’ll do just that.]

[Link nods his head towards the direction he begins walking towards afterwards, expecting Ravio to follow. When they arrive near Hateno- not his Hateno-, he stops walking and points to @dealer-of-life-and-power which is just around the corner. He doesn’t really know if he should come.]

*you notice Ravio approaching you, but something doesn’t seem quite right about his demeanor. His eyes dart around more than usual and his hands are shaking*

I—do you know where a statue that can bring back the dead is?

- @very-normal-ravio

[A statue that can bring back one from their demise? No, what?]

[…Wait, is he talking about the statue that stole one of his lives and made him pay to get it back.]

[Hylia, he probably is.]

?

[He counters the question with a tilt of his head instead, and an arch of his brow. He looks at Ravio suspiciously, waiting for his adoptive father to explain himself.]

[linkthesilentknight]

[…The. The Rito kid? The one that has Revali’s bow? He’s dead?]

[He furrows his brows miserably at the thought, and his gaze nervously drifts down before it snaps back up at Ravio. The Horned Goddess Statue…Well, it’s worth a shot. It should be worth a shot.]

[He was so full of life…What occurred?]

[He doesn’t ask that out loud. Instead, he nods. He nods, and silently stands there to see how Ravio will react. If he’s gonna get closer to him, he’s gonna start leading the way. If he’s gonna ask a few more questions, he’s gonna try to answer them before Ravio asks him to show the way, and then he’ll lead the way.]

*you notice Ravio approaching you, but something doesn’t seem quite right about his demeanor. His eyes dart around more than usual and his hands are shaking*

I—do you know where a statue that can bring back the dead is?

- @very-normal-ravio

[A statue that can bring back one from their demise? No, what?]

[…Wait, is he talking about the statue that stole one of his lives and made him pay to get it back.]

[Hylia, he probably is.]

?

[He counters the question with a tilt of his head instead, and an arch of his brow. He looks at Ravio suspiciously, waiting for his adoptive father to explain himself.]

[linkthesilentknight]

*you notice Ravio approaching you, but something doesn’t seem quite right about his demeanor. His eyes dart around more than usual and his hands are shaking*

I—do you know where a statue that can bring back the dead is?

- @very-normal-ravio

[A statue that can bring back one from their demise? No, what?]

[…Wait, is he talking about the statue that stole one of his lives and made him pay to get it back.]

[Hylia, he probably is.]

?

[He counters the question with a tilt of his head instead, and an arch of his brow. He looks at Ravio suspiciously, waiting for his adoptive father to explain himself.]

[linkthesilentknight]

[Link has been silently eating his own slice of pie as they talked. He’s content with just sitting at the table with the other two and just watching them talk while he quietly eats his pie. And occasionally takes quite large bites when the Princess isn’t looking. The pie is so good, whoever made it made it good alright.]

[Normally, he wouldn’t dare get close to her, let alone hold her hand and lead the way like this. But, right now, this is anything but normal. The Princess is now here and away from their Hyrule, and it’s his duty to keep her safe. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do his best to do that.]

[He ignores the change in scenery, ignores the way the familiar forest they just got out of morphs in such a way that makes it look like it came from another world, and he ignores it when he notices that the house Legend had said he was always welcome in was closer than he remembered it to be.]

[He doesn’t know where they are. But, he can see Legend’s home just around the corner, so it doesn’t matter. Zelda has every right to be worried. She is no more in Hyrule Field. She’s with him. And they’re both in Hylia knows where. {This reminds him that he didn’t really question where he was…Maybe he should have.}]

[When they finally come near the House, his steps quicken, but he tries to keep walking steadily as to not alarm the Princess. As to not show an ounce of weakness. He’s by the door as quick as he could be, and he knocks loudly with his free hand, his other hand still not having let go of her hand.]

[…And then, he realizes that he hasn’t let go of her hand, and glances over at her before he pulls his hand away. It would seem sheepish if he wasn’t good at masking up his emotions. His arms return to his sides, then he takes a few steps away from the door and stops a little behind the Princess, posture straightening and returning to his usual firm stance.]

[Okay, now to hope that Legend is home.]

@asksilentprincesszelda (Just thought I’d tag you too and resume our rp here as Legend’ll be involved from this point onward :}})

*Legend answers the door surprisingly quickly*

Mini-wild? Flora? *he looks you over for injuries and ushers you into the house* Are you guys okay?

[linkthesilentknight]

[Hear the sword?..No, no. He can feel a connection to it, but that’s far from hearing it. So, he shakes his head as a no, listening to the two of them talk intently.]

[Normally, he wouldn’t dare get close to her, let alone hold her hand and lead the way like this. But, right now, this is anything but normal. The Princess is now here and away from their Hyrule, and it’s his duty to keep her safe. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do his best to do that.]

[He ignores the change in scenery, ignores the way the familiar forest they just got out of morphs in such a way that makes it look like it came from another world, and he ignores it when he notices that the house Legend had said he was always welcome in was closer than he remembered it to be.]

[He doesn’t know where they are. But, he can see Legend’s home just around the corner, so it doesn’t matter. Zelda has every right to be worried. She is no more in Hyrule Field. She’s with him. And they’re both in Hylia knows where. {This reminds him that he didn’t really question where he was…Maybe he should have.}]

[When they finally come near the House, his steps quicken, but he tries to keep walking steadily as to not alarm the Princess. As to not show an ounce of weakness. He’s by the door as quick as he could be, and he knocks loudly with his free hand, his other hand still not having let go of her hand.]

[…And then, he realizes that he hasn’t let go of her hand, and glances over at her before he pulls his hand away. It would seem sheepish if he wasn’t good at masking up his emotions. His arms return to his sides, then he takes a few steps away from the door and stops a little behind the Princess, posture straightening and returning to his usual firm stance.]

[Okay, now to hope that Legend is home.]

@asksilentprincesszelda (Just thought I’d tag you too and resume our rp here as Legend’ll be involved from this point onward :}})

*Legend answers the door surprisingly quickly*

Mini-wild? Flora? *he looks you over for injuries and ushers you into the house* Are you guys okay?

[linkthesilentknight]

[So far he’s only seen two evil versions of himself and one evil Zelda. And one future him & Zelda. He made a deal with the evil Zelda too. Evil him seemed angry at that, for some reason, but it’s probably nothing.]

[Pies…He nods enthusiastically, and then turns over to @asksilentprincesszelda to see if she’ll also agree.]

[Normally, he wouldn’t dare get close to her, let alone hold her hand and lead the way like this. But, right now, this is anything but normal. The Princess is now here and away from their Hyrule, and it’s his duty to keep her safe. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do his best to do that.]

[He ignores the change in scenery, ignores the way the familiar forest they just got out of morphs in such a way that makes it look like it came from another world, and he ignores it when he notices that the house Legend had said he was always welcome in was closer than he remembered it to be.]

[He doesn’t know where they are. But, he can see Legend’s home just around the corner, so it doesn’t matter. Zelda has every right to be worried. She is no more in Hyrule Field. She’s with him. And they’re both in Hylia knows where. {This reminds him that he didn’t really question where he was…Maybe he should have.}]

[When they finally come near the House, his steps quicken, but he tries to keep walking steadily as to not alarm the Princess. As to not show an ounce of weakness. He’s by the door as quick as he could be, and he knocks loudly with his free hand, his other hand still not having let go of her hand.]

[…And then, he realizes that he hasn’t let go of her hand, and glances over at her before he pulls his hand away. It would seem sheepish if he wasn’t good at masking up his emotions. His arms return to his sides, then he takes a few steps away from the door and stops a little behind the Princess, posture straightening and returning to his usual firm stance.]

[Okay, now to hope that Legend is home.]

@asksilentprincesszelda (Just thought I’d tag you too and resume our rp here as Legend’ll be involved from this point onward :}})

*Legend answers the door surprisingly quickly*

Mini-wild? Flora? *he looks you over for injuries and ushers you into the house* Are you guys okay?

[linkthesilentknight]

[I mean, technically that is what happened. Then again, he was with his future self. Who looked way older. Not OLD old, but older than him. But, he supposes Zelda’s assumption is right.]

[There are Evil versions of you.]

[He itches to say, but holds himself back. It’d be for the better if he let Legend explain all of this.]

[Normally, he wouldn’t dare get close to her, let alone hold her hand and lead the way like this. But, right now, this is anything but normal. The Princess is now here and away from their Hyrule, and it’s his duty to keep her safe. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do his best to do that.]

[He ignores the change in scenery, ignores the way the familiar forest they just got out of morphs in such a way that makes it look like it came from another world, and he ignores it when he notices that the house Legend had said he was always welcome in was closer than he remembered it to be.]

[He doesn’t know where they are. But, he can see Legend’s home just around the corner, so it doesn’t matter. Zelda has every right to be worried. She is no more in Hyrule Field. She’s with him. And they’re both in Hylia knows where. {This reminds him that he didn’t really question where he was…Maybe he should have.}]

[When they finally come near the House, his steps quicken, but he tries to keep walking steadily as to not alarm the Princess. As to not show an ounce of weakness. He’s by the door as quick as he could be, and he knocks loudly with his free hand, his other hand still not having let go of her hand.]

[…And then, he realizes that he hasn’t let go of her hand, and glances over at her before he pulls his hand away. It would seem sheepish if he wasn’t good at masking up his emotions. His arms return to his sides, then he takes a few steps away from the door and stops a little behind the Princess, posture straightening and returning to his usual firm stance.]

[Okay, now to hope that Legend is home.]

@asksilentprincesszelda (Just thought I’d tag you too and resume our rp here as Legend’ll be involved from this point onward :}})

*Legend answers the door surprisingly quickly*

Mini-wild? Flora? *he looks you over for injuries and ushers you into the house* Are you guys okay?

[linkthesilentknight]

It’s fine.

[Hypocrite.]

[He wouldn’t wish his fate on another of his own. He’s just a child. He should speak as much as he yearns to.]

[Wait, strategic captain?…]

…Warriors? Er, the Captain?

[It clicks, and he asks it out loud for confirmation. Twilight had given some context about the other Heroes to him, and Mask’s brother sounds a whole lot like the Captain Twilight told him of.]

THINK FAST CHUCKLEKNUCKS!

*throws salty water at your face*

*stabs you*

HHEHEHEHEHEHEE

*leaves the knife in and runs away before fading into a puff of black smoke*

[He was merely thinking about what to make for tonight when he suddenly got splashed with salty water from behind- his eyes went wide as he snapped his head over to the source, turning his body there in the process.]

[He was quick enough to notice that their position changed and he turned back to face the front of him.]

[This time, he saw the blade before it impaled him. And he gritted his teeth as he- almost instinctively- reached out to grab not the hilt, not anon’s hand, but the blade itself. It was slick, however, and when he gripped it, it sliced his palm open, but he didn’t release his grip. His grip made it so that the blade didn’t go as far as intended- but it still went pretty far and sliced his palm open.]

[He bit down a groan of agony, while he shut his eyes momentarily and his other hand went to pull out the Master Sword.]

[But when he opened them, Anon was gone.]

[all that was left behind was black smoke.]

[He groaned in frustration and muttered a few curses under his breath while he pulled out the knife from his chest. It had missed his lungs by an inch, and it now hurt to breathe.]

[The sight of blood pouring out from your chest never gets any easier to handle.]

[…Fuck, he doesn’t even have any bandages this time. His hand goes to the potion Legend had handed him, and he takes a few sips before shoving it back where it was. He can’t use too much, that’d be a waste. The bleeding should stop and the hole should clog up with dried up blog now. As for his hand…yea, hopefully the bleeding there also stops alongside the one on his chest soon.]

[He feels lighthearted. He still stays standing up, however.]

[linkthesilentknight]

[Wowo. Ok. Talk about being quick. When he’s asked if he’s okay Link nods, and doesn’t speak. He instead follows after @asksilentprincesszelda when they’re ushered into the house, not doing much else.]

[Normally, he wouldn’t dare get close to her, let alone hold her hand and lead the way like this. But, right now, this is anything but normal. The Princess is now here and away from their Hyrule, and it’s his duty to keep her safe. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do his best to do that.]

[He ignores the change in scenery, ignores the way the familiar forest they just got out of morphs in such a way that makes it look like it came from another world, and he ignores it when he notices that the house Legend had said he was always welcome in was closer than he remembered it to be.]

[He doesn’t know where they are. But, he can see Legend’s home just around the corner, so it doesn’t matter. Zelda has every right to be worried. She is no more in Hyrule Field. She’s with him. And they’re both in Hylia knows where. {This reminds him that he didn’t really question where he was…Maybe he should have.}]

[When they finally come near the House, his steps quicken, but he tries to keep walking steadily as to not alarm the Princess. As to not show an ounce of weakness. He’s by the door as quick as he could be, and he knocks loudly with his free hand, his other hand still not having let go of her hand.]

[…And then, he realizes that he hasn’t let go of her hand, and glances over at her before he pulls his hand away. It would seem sheepish if he wasn’t good at masking up his emotions. His arms return to his sides, then he takes a few steps away from the door and stops a little behind the Princess, posture straightening and returning to his usual firm stance.]

[Okay, now to hope that Legend is home.]

@asksilentprincesszelda (Just thought I’d tag you too and resume our rp here as Legend’ll be involved from this point onward :}})

*Legend answers the door surprisingly quickly*

Mini-wild? Flora? *he looks you over for injuries and ushers you into the house* Are you guys okay?

[linkthesilentknight]

[He listens contently to the listed things so far. Hm. Interesting. He would have been able to point out some suspects, if he just knew the people here. All that comes to mind is Brightdow, and considering that he has also been subject to getting stabbed, there’s a low chance that it’s him.]

It’s fine. You’re good at this.

[He reassures the other, because he did more than Link would have been able to on his own. Mask’s got a keen eye and sharp senses. Guess that’s the Heroes for you.]

Brother?

[He asks instead, to try and make some chit-chat. He won’t talk much during it, but he’s a tad more comfortable speaking around the other Heroes now, considering they seem to be quite talkative.]

THINK FAST CHUCKLEKNUCKS!

*throws salty water at your face*

*stabs you*

HHEHEHEHEHEHEE

*leaves the knife in and runs away before fading into a puff of black smoke*

[He was merely thinking about what to make for tonight when he suddenly got splashed with salty water from behind- his eyes went wide as he snapped his head over to the source, turning his body there in the process.]

[He was quick enough to notice that their position changed and he turned back to face the front of him.]

[This time, he saw the blade before it impaled him. And he gritted his teeth as he- almost instinctively- reached out to grab not the hilt, not anon’s hand, but the blade itself. It was slick, however, and when he gripped it, it sliced his palm open, but he didn’t release his grip. His grip made it so that the blade didn’t go as far as intended- but it still went pretty far and sliced his palm open.]

[He bit down a groan of agony, while he shut his eyes momentarily and his other hand went to pull out the Master Sword.]

[But when he opened them, Anon was gone.]

[all that was left behind was black smoke.]

[He groaned in frustration and muttered a few curses under his breath while he pulled out the knife from his chest. It had missed his lungs by an inch, and it now hurt to breathe.]

[The sight of blood pouring out from your chest never gets any easier to handle.]

[…Fuck, he doesn’t even have any bandages this time. His hand goes to the potion Legend had handed him, and he takes a few sips before shoving it back where it was. He can’t use too much, that’d be a waste. The bleeding should stop and the hole should clog up with dried up blog now. As for his hand…yea, hopefully the bleeding there also stops alongside the one on his chest soon.]

[He feels lighthearted. He still stays standing up, however.]

[linkthesilentknight]

[He arches a brow when the other says that he should be more careful. He’s already careful? I mean, it’s not like he-]

[…Ah.]

[He then realizes that he accidentally cut open his palm again. It’s a thin line, and way more shallow than it was when he had tried to stop the dagger from going in, but still.]

[He nods in gratitude when Mask bandages his hand, and he quickly retrieves his hand once Mask takes the knife, his other hand moving to cover the bandage. That was embarrassing. He should be more aware of his own injuries.]

…Find anything?

[He decides to ask to get his mind off of the cut, tilting his head to the side to convey his questioning further. Does the dagger have any leads? I mean, it looks like your usual dagger, except it’s ever so slightly darker.]

THINK FAST CHUCKLEKNUCKS!

*throws salty water at your face*

*stabs you*

HHEHEHEHEHEHEE

*leaves the knife in and runs away before fading into a puff of black smoke*

[He was merely thinking about what to make for tonight when he suddenly got splashed with salty water from behind- his eyes went wide as he snapped his head over to the source, turning his body there in the process.]

[He was quick enough to notice that their position changed and he turned back to face the front of him.]

[This time, he saw the blade before it impaled him. And he gritted his teeth as he- almost instinctively- reached out to grab not the hilt, not anon’s hand, but the blade itself. It was slick, however, and when he gripped it, it sliced his palm open, but he didn’t release his grip. His grip made it so that the blade didn’t go as far as intended- but it still went pretty far and sliced his palm open.]

[He bit down a groan of agony, while he shut his eyes momentarily and his other hand went to pull out the Master Sword.]

[But when he opened them, Anon was gone.]

[all that was left behind was black smoke.]

[He groaned in frustration and muttered a few curses under his breath while he pulled out the knife from his chest. It had missed his lungs by an inch, and it now hurt to breathe.]

[The sight of blood pouring out from your chest never gets any easier to handle.]

[…Fuck, he doesn’t even have any bandages this time. His hand goes to the potion Legend had handed him, and he takes a few sips before shoving it back where it was. He can’t use too much, that’d be a waste. The bleeding should stop and the hole should clog up with dried up blog now. As for his hand…yea, hopefully the bleeding there also stops alongside the one on his chest soon.]

[He feels lighthearted. He still stays standing up, however.]

[linkthesilentknight]

[He nods once the other asks him if it was dark smoke. It looked black. So it was dark smoke. Easy peasy. And, do all evils have blue hair, then?..]

[That sounds weird.]

[The knife…His gaze darts to the dagger he had carelessly torn out and discarded in the floor, and he turns his back to Mask and crouches down to grab it.]

[His fingers twitch when he does so, and for some reason, it’s only his left hand. The hand that got sliced open.]

[…He’s quick to disregard it, and instead turns over to Mask, quietly walking over to him. He holds the dagger by the blade and offers Mask to take it by the hilt, ignoring that the blade is still stained with his own blood.]

THINK FAST CHUCKLEKNUCKS!

*throws salty water at your face*

*stabs you*

HHEHEHEHEHEHEE

*leaves the knife in and runs away before fading into a puff of black smoke*

[He was merely thinking about what to make for tonight when he suddenly got splashed with salty water from behind- his eyes went wide as he snapped his head over to the source, turning his body there in the process.]

[He was quick enough to notice that their position changed and he turned back to face the front of him.]

[This time, he saw the blade before it impaled him. And he gritted his teeth as he- almost instinctively- reached out to grab not the hilt, not anon’s hand, but the blade itself. It was slick, however, and when he gripped it, it sliced his palm open, but he didn’t release his grip. His grip made it so that the blade didn’t go as far as intended- but it still went pretty far and sliced his palm open.]

[He bit down a groan of agony, while he shut his eyes momentarily and his other hand went to pull out the Master Sword.]

[But when he opened them, Anon was gone.]

[all that was left behind was black smoke.]

[He groaned in frustration and muttered a few curses under his breath while he pulled out the knife from his chest. It had missed his lungs by an inch, and it now hurt to breathe.]

[The sight of blood pouring out from your chest never gets any easier to handle.]

[…Fuck, he doesn’t even have any bandages this time. His hand goes to the potion Legend had handed him, and he takes a few sips before shoving it back where it was. He can’t use too much, that’d be a waste. The bleeding should stop and the hole should clog up with dried up blog now. As for his hand…yea, hopefully the bleeding there also stops alongside the one on his chest soon.]

[He feels lighthearted. He still stays standing up, however.]

[linkthesilentknight]

[Well, he saw blue?…Radiant Blue hair? Does that count? He thinks it does. So he nods, and decides to elaborate a little before it’s assumed he saw them entirely.]

Blue hair and smoke. Didn’t see anything else.

[He states calmly but firmly. When offered the Deku nuts, he just politely declines with a slight shake of his hand. He’s not really hungry.]

THINK FAST CHUCKLEKNUCKS!

*throws salty water at your face*

*stabs you*

HHEHEHEHEHEHEE

*leaves the knife in and runs away before fading into a puff of black smoke*

[He was merely thinking about what to make for tonight when he suddenly got splashed with salty water from behind- his eyes went wide as he snapped his head over to the source, turning his body there in the process.]

[He was quick enough to notice that their position changed and he turned back to face the front of him.]

[This time, he saw the blade before it impaled him. And he gritted his teeth as he- almost instinctively- reached out to grab not the hilt, not anon’s hand, but the blade itself. It was slick, however, and when he gripped it, it sliced his palm open, but he didn’t release his grip. His grip made it so that the blade didn’t go as far as intended- but it still went pretty far and sliced his palm open.]

[He bit down a groan of agony, while he shut his eyes momentarily and his other hand went to pull out the Master Sword.]

[But when he opened them, Anon was gone.]

[all that was left behind was black smoke.]

[He groaned in frustration and muttered a few curses under his breath while he pulled out the knife from his chest. It had missed his lungs by an inch, and it now hurt to breathe.]

[The sight of blood pouring out from your chest never gets any easier to handle.]

[…Fuck, he doesn’t even have any bandages this time. His hand goes to the potion Legend had handed him, and he takes a few sips before shoving it back where it was. He can’t use too much, that’d be a waste. The bleeding should stop and the hole should clog up with dried up blog now. As for his hand…yea, hopefully the bleeding there also stops alongside the one on his chest soon.]

[He feels lighthearted. He still stays standing up, however.]

[linkthesilentknight]

[…He was right.]

[Damn it, he was right.]

[He doesn’t act at all when she turns to her, bewildered and fearful. The horses will be alright, they’re trained to handle situations like getting lost. They will find their way back to the Castle. As for the two of them…]

[…It would be for the better that he takes her to one of the Heroes for aid. He doesn’t think he can explain.]

[He silently approaches her, steps calm and posture stiff, and he stops before her, gently reaching out to grasp her hand and nod his head towards the direction he begins takin her. He slows down his pace at first so she can easily follow.]

[So much to explain… And yet, he has no words to tell.]

[Zelda must despise him for staying quiet.]

[He thinks he can live with knowing that. They have more important things to fret over, after all. Like arriving to the Heroes’ houses…Specifically, Twilight’s or Legend’s.]

Mod: Whatever is easier lol phew…I got WORRIED alright.😮‍💨

Link! Link, where are you?

*Her brows pinched together, a look of concern on her face as she looks around. She lowers her hands from her mouth.*

Oh, I do hope he's alright. Where could he of gone?

- @asksilentprincesszelda

Mod: Gotta make sure before I reply, is this Zelda pre-Calamity, or another variant of her?