is it time to wake up already?

What needed to be dealt with first, was not recruiting civilians but rebuilding houses, new or old ones, those that had been struck down 100 years ago. Currently speaking with some hylians, to see if there was anything she could assist them on, her attention suddenly got averted, due to a nearby call of her name, a familiar voice at that.

Quickly excusing herself to the adults, amber hues were now aimed towards the new presence, that of Link. ‘’Hello, Link’’, while she did wondered if there was a problem, for the knight to see her, a greeting happened first.

‘‘Is something the matter?’‘, the scarlet zora asked, mainly because she had not told any Champions, she’d be here to help at such a time of the day. On the other hand, the zoran princess assumed he was just roaming around & eventually remarked her silhouette.

That was the short version.

After years of travelling alone among a destroyed Hyrule, grieving the people from his memories, they were suddenly back. Flesh and blood and everything. Right in front of him.

And he didn’t know them. Worse, he didn’t know how to get to know them. He wasn’t the person they used to know, and he hardly remembered them at all. His days were now spent constructing various houses, towers, and bridges, and his nights were filled hunting monsters. Although he had just saved the kingdom, he had no time to find himself, and no time to talk to anyone else. He was 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙.

“Mipha!” he called out, dirt on his face and sweat on his neck. His gaze followed the Hylians that she had just been talking to. He didn’t want to interrupt, but he needed to be selfish for once. Just once. “I was looking for you. Are you busy?” He didn’t let her answer. “Can we talk?”

姫さまには笑顔でいて欲しい。

Indifference. If only Link knew of his otherworldly acquaintance. It might explain a lot of things but Livius found it easier not to correct views of aliens being little green things. People couldn’t respond rationally when the word alien flashed through their mind. Downplayed was easier. 

“Well, Link, as I said, it is a pleasure to meet you” Livius hooed softly, glad the other found some spring in his step as they hit the clearing his shrine had made itself at home in, coop and little crop pot happy against the side of the shrine ‘porch’ of sorts but that bread smell was nice. Soft and warm, with little seeds thrown in there for something hearty to the meal. He’d happily forfeit his for Link while he made himself something else. A hearty boar soup, with spirals of pasta and chunks of root vegetables bobbing in the broth would await Link once inside, simmering on the stove.

“Just over a hundred years” But be a good guest and wipe out boots on the mat, or leave them by the front door. Stooping to unlace the little leather guards of his talons that served as ‘shoes’, and he was pushing the door open for Link to make himself at home. 

Single story, and open plan. But from the grooves in the floor and stacks of door like dividers pushed to the corner, he could make or remove rooms as needed. The kitchen and bathroom being the only other room, with a single red door to the far side of the room. Some cushions around a table, a strange ‘u’ shaped branch bolted to a base by the bookshelf (bird chair? Bird perch?) and said bookshelf was the furniture to grace this room. But, then again, he was a monk, so it was hardly lavish. It was homely, which was what he was going for.

“Make yourself at home, dinner just needs a bowl”

Link had almost forgotten his manners, and proceeded to remove his mud-drenched boots and leave them outside. He looked up at the owl in surprise – a hundred years?! – maybe they had met before. He couldn’t remember, but there were lots of things he couldn’t remember. “Sorry, have we –“he paused, unsure how strange this would sound, but concluded that it was worth a try. “Do you remember meeting me before? I mean, a hundred years ago, had we ever met?” If the answer was no, which it probably was considering his reaction to his name, then nothing was lost. But otherwise… Link might be able to get more information on who he used to be, maybe remember a few things.

He followed Livius inside, mouth open and a sliver of drool escaping as all the smells and the sights of the food collided into him. The interior was nothing grand, but it was immensely comforting at the same time. “Um…” he felt like he was slightly intruding, and thought about instead waiting for his friend to indeed grab a bowl, get food, and start eating before he did, but his stomach took over, making decisions for him. A cheerful, albeit impatient “Thank you!” was all he could say before tearing into a piece of the bread and grabbing servings of everything else. Every bite was better than the last – nothing compared to what Link was capable of making in a cooking pot in a freezing forest.