on the wind's breath

howdy folks! name’s cloud, 25, he/they, and this is my multimuse sideblog for legend of zelda! features mostly botw muses right now, but could be more in the future !

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The refrained laugh went over Aryll’s head, too busy staring at Revali with wide eyes as he went on about his experience of flying. And so she also missed the uncanny parallel between flight and the Champion’s attitude around others – she couldn’t know better, after all.

Moreover, how could she pay attention to anything else while the Rito described exactly the thrill she felt everytime she reached a higher place? Looking down and seeing how far you’ve come, admiring the payoff of a beautiful landscape… Was there anything else as fulfilling?

“That must be wonderful,” she sighed, enraptured. “You really are lucky to have those wings…” And her eyes ran at them with a longing look.

She giggled at the question. “Me? A knight?” She shook her head. “No, no. I can fight a bit, dad taught me, but I am no way nearly as strong as I should be. That’s for the elite. Like my brother.” And she nodded proudly as to underline it.

“I haven’t traveled much either… Sadly,” she admitted, with a huff. “But my brother promised he’d bring me along in his missions if they’re not too dangerous! I’m more of a climber, you see,” and she flexed her thin arm as a demonstration. “One day I’ll climb over all of Hyrule and see all of its beautiful landscapes! Even the ones only Ritos can see,” she commented with a grin.

   An affirmative hum now, he nods. “I was just about to ask you; if not a fighter, then surely your hands may be just as sticky as that knight’s?” Briefly, he recalls how often he finds Link splayed across an expanse of rocks as he takes the only route Hylians can up steep slopes. Then, he recalls how often such ventures are altogether reckless, and, at the mention of ‘climbing all over Hyrule, even where only Rito can see’--he lets out a feigned-hopeless sigh, shaking his head and waving an arm.

   “You Hylians and your sense of adventure, I suppose... Say, though;” He casts his gaze over the horizon, like he’s looking for something--and finally, he spots one. A wing points to the distance, to the nearest faint, but glowing obelisk that looms knowingly into the sky; a Sheikah Tower. “Have you tried your hand at one of those, yet?

“Ah.” Aryll blushed at the mention of the actual value of the blue fabric, of how it was a trademark for Royals and Champions. It wasn’t like she didn’t know, but no one ever pointed it out like that, as if… As if she wasn’t meant to wear it. Not even the princess ever brought it up on the few chances Aryll had met her – if anything, she always acted rather kindly around her.

So it was with a short sigh of relief that she nodded at Revali’s words when he brought up the role of her family as a justification for her outfit. “Yes, it is! My father is the captain of the Royal Guard in fact… He is always the one bringing me new clothes. And they all come from offcuts, I swear,” she added, with her cheeks burning further.

She stretched a nervous smile, glancing at Revali’s scarf as he mentioned it. Sure, it wasn’t like colours could be owned… But to Aryll’s eyes, that blue looked way more fitting around the Champion’s neck than on her.

“Oh?” The question caught her aback; she followed Revali’s look to her chest, staring at the embroidery from upside-down. “Ah, this…” She chuckled. “It’s because of my father. I like high places. Or better, I like to look at everything from high places. I hope I’ll be able to see the ocean, someday…”

She tucked the tunic and tilted her head as she looked at the embroidery with a fond look. “He says I’m his little seagull.” She glanced back at Revali. “He made it himself, you know?”

   It earns a bit of a stifled snort-- “’Little Seagull’--?” Though a good-natured one, he swears...! He shakes his head with his smirking beak pressed closed, less any escaping chuckles come off as mocking (Gods forbid it be heeded as such when, for once in a Blood Moon, it isn’t), and exhales with an tickled hum. “Personally, I’m no stranger to ‘high places’, myself, as I’m sure you can gather--so I certainly understand the enticement,” Especially for one with no wings, he stops himself from continuing. He was just so used to letting his cutting wit run wild with that other Hylian--“I must say, they’re exceptionally something else when you’re so far above it all, looking down on everyone from a point of view and height you’ve worked so hard to achieve...”