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The young man was still worried about making the Princess proud. Or at least have her trust him. “I’ll still work hard to make you both proud!” Perhaps a song would convince her. Already his mind started to make a melody and notes to go along with it.

But those thought stopped so he could listen to his teacher’s backstory. “Ah, a merchant I met did mention that the Rito were pretty amazing with their bows.” A big smile appeared. “And for better or worse you became a pretty well known bard. Would you still tried it if you were a tailor or an archer?”

“You’ve already made me proud,” Kass replied. “But, work hard nonetheless. For this task, we must both be at the top of our game. A musician has no room for complacency.”

he would be lying if he ever tried to say he didn’t love that Kass is ACTUALLY paying such close attention. in the few years preceding their Calamity, Revali had been popular in his village, but only for his outstanding skill.  (  not that Kass is displaying much different at the moment  )  most HAD to have retained a firm dislike of him due to the behavior during his childhood—it just wouldn’t make sense if people DIDN’T want anything to do with him other than to boost off their own ego by being paid attention to by a celebrity.

in this situation, Kass surely has no ulterior motives that would prompt him to feign interest like that. so maybe it isn’t too nuts of an idea to relax…

Revali starts by subtly breathing as calmingly as he knows how, still listening & nodding along as Kass retells of his teacher. he wonders if anyone thinks things like that about him, or did in the past. he wants people to speak as fondly of him as Kass does of his mentor.

“i’m very sorry to hear,” he gently says with a brief inclination of his head, “my condolences. he sounds like an incredible fellow. did he teach you any songs in particular, or more just how to read and interpret music?”

Kass was well aware of Revali’s reputation. ‘Diva’ was one of the nicer terms he had heard. Yet, Kass could plainly tell from Revali’s body language that the smaller Rito was fully engaged in their conversation, and easing up by the second. Maybe it was Kass’s way of speaking, in slow, contemplative phrases, that gave people such a sense of security.

“That sounds lovely, I’d love to hear it. Is there a story to the song, maybe?” She smiled softly, happy to interact with such an interesting person. She would be sure to give him the feedback he desired. 

He nodded, before slowly opening up the bellows of his accordion. It was a song he had played many thousands of times, now, yet it never grew old to him.

Showing off the powers of the Wind Waker wasn’t something Link did often. He was almost sure Daphnes gave anyone dirty looks when they tried to distract him.

The only time he could recall showing off the baton was when that one guy was trying to get change the time of day through dance moves. It led to him learning Song of Passing. It couldn’t count as wasted time if he learned something, right?

Daphnes surely wouldn’t approve of this when he should be getting Medli.

“West it is!” Link exclaimed with a smile but after a few seconds he seemed to calm. His stance changing as he brought the Wind Waker up to the proper position to play, eyes closing to concentrate.

Link’s hand moved the baton up, left, and right. Each movement was accompanied by an heavenly choir with not exact point of origin. His eyes soon opened when he felt the first gust of wind heading west, a grin growing on his face as it continued to blow.

“That was the Wind’s Requiem.”

Kass perched himself on a small boulder, giving Link his undivided attention. Perhaps his senses were deceiving him, but... as Link conducted, the Rito thought he could hear the faint hum of a chorus, almost as if it was behind the both of them. Then, he could suddenly sense the wind shift, his left wing now feeling this breeze.

Three notes... F Major, if he wasn’t mistaken. Such a simple chord, and yet, when conducted with this Wind Waker, it could literally change the world. He’d have to arrange this, someday.