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Blog intro! That I'm finally getting around to after several years lol.
Hi there! I’m Peggy, Sky Floor, Floor, Skyward, or Peg if you like.
Basically any variation of my username is fine.
I'm a Christian gal, muddling my way through life 👍
This is my Legend of Zelda/Linkeduniverse blog, the home of all my Zelda stuff I reblog and create. I’m a writer and random theory person mostly, but I also draw and reblog a lot of stuff, talk about the loz games, and bust out various insane AUs every so often. I also never shut up. sorry.
Writing tag is #writing from the floor
Talk tag is #rambles from the floor
And my ao3, Skyward_Arpeggio
I also make an effort to tag everything for easy organization and proper warnings, but I can't catch everything. I do my best though. Also no political discussions or NSFW, please. I try to keep this a lighthearted space, so please respect that.
I'm always willing to talk Zelda/Lu, and have an unhealthy amount of lore memorized, so don't be afraid to shoot me an ask if you wanna chat :D
Some of my projects and AUs I'm working on:
Linked Universe Incredibles AU, a semi-modern superhero au, where I basically dumped the lu boys into the Incredibles movie(s). If you're looking for family stuff, superpowers, and way too much angst, this is the au for you. You can find the masterpost of everything here, or look for it under the tag: #incredibles au, and all the writing I've done for it under: #incredibles au fic. (also on ao3!)
Sundelion AU is a totk au where Link and Zelda are married pre-totk, and there are two dragons around the sky islands when Link wakes up. What's going on? Link doesn't know. Link to the fic.
Brethren in a Cradle, my longest-running and most intense plot-wise project (with the very slow updates 😭). The chain gain an unusual addition to their ranks, and somehow Wild is a dad now. Wait, all of them are. Oops. Link to the fic on tumblr, but it's also on ao3.
Hyrule Dragon Warriors, which is a hyrule warriors au in which Link's dad is Volga, and his mom is Impa. Yeah. Family drama. You can find the masterpost of fics here, or look under: #hdw au. (also on ao3!)
I have four original Zelda stories I'm working on, one that I just call Lost AU, one Swamp Link, one Hero of Sages, or Berry Link, and the latest, the Mom Zelda AU.
Lost is about a Link who's corrupted very early in the story, and Zelda sets out to save him and the kingdom. You can find the masterpost of fics here, or under the tag #Lost.
Hero of Sages is about a Link who has six older sisters... who happen to be six of the seven maidens needed to bring back Ganon. There's also some messy political issues going on with the queen, Zelda, and Zelda's older brother. You can find it under #hero of sages.
Swamp Link is about a Link who was raised by Zora in a swamp. Think Florida man, but LOZ. Most of his Hyrule is wetland, lots of Zora around, and there's also a cult. Very exciting. His fic masterlist is here, and you can also look for him under #Swamp Link.
Mom Zelda is about a Link who is the son of Zelda, who's somewhat on the run after Ganondorf takes over the kingdom. There's not a lot to this one yet, but you can find it under #mom zelda au. (masterlist here)
You can also find my own all the links from the games go on an adventure together au at the tag: #Courage of Ages. There isn't a whole lot posted on here about them, but I always love talking about my boys :)
I have much more than this though, AUs/projects and other stuff I’ve written, but I'm going to put it under the cut (...still under editing so it's messy and unfinished!)
The past five years I've participated in the whumptober challenge! I did half of 2021's for lu, and in 2022 and 2023 I did all 31 days for lu! You can find the list for 2021 here, the ones for 2022 here, the 2023 ones here, the ones for 2024 here and the ones for 2025 here (or find them all on my ao3 (see above), as well as some ao3-only bonus scenes!).
Kitty Wind, which is exactly what it sounds like. Wind touches Twilight's crystal, and finds himself as... a cat. A tiny, fluffy, adorable little cat. Needless to say, he isn't thrilled. You can find it under #kitty wind or read the fic on ao3!
LU Star Wars AU is also exactly what it sounds like, it's just a star wars au with the lu boys (and other zelda characters yaaaay). Not a lot yet, but three chapters are out so far (on tumblr and ao3).
A Royal Castletown Wedding is basically just me borrowing the my little pony wedding episode and turning into a goofy lu fic. Nearly finished!
Accidental Domestication, silly stories about the chain and wolves and them being Disney princesses, basically.
Scales and Gills, a collection of Mermaid Legend fics.
The Twilight Turns (true form au), which is a fic in which Midna returns to her true form much sooner than in canon. She and Link's relationship changes a good bit because of this. On ao3.
Pup is only two fics for now, but I have more planned for this idea! Dark Link goes back in time, and after the chain when they're too small to defend themselves. Unfortunately for Dink, he doesn't bet on them having protectors in the form of their predecessors.
Many Courses of Love which is a series of loz fics exploring the different Links and how they're loved (mainly zelink, but a few other ships, as well as familial love too :)
Up in Arms, a hyrule warriors fic in which Link loses an arm in the fight against the Dark Links.
Botw Dark Link AU, an AU I don't talk about much, but post-botw the Yiga decide to make a Dark Link in order to defeat Link himself once and for all. They, of course, screw it up.
Downfall IAU is just the incredibles AU only angstier. Much, much angstier. Here's the big ol' masterlist.
I may be forgetting some things, but these are all my main projects I believe!
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I can’t believe I’m actually staying on schedule with this fic and I’m nearly done with it. Do you know how insane that is for me?? Whenever I try to do a multichapter fic on schedule it always fails. Yet I’m almost done with this one, and the unposted stuff is like 90% written. I’m so happy lol
“What did you do on America’s semiquincentennial” I updated my zelda fanfic. What better way to celebrate my freedom of speech?? 😂
In all seriousness, this is another one of my favorite chapters in this fic. Please enjoy :) We’re nearing the end!
Ao3 link
First | Previous | Next (coming next week)
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It’s time.
The moonlight is cold and sharp around Link as he looks at the Master Sword, the pale light sending what’s visible of the blade into sharp relief. It’s a warm night, but this high up it’s on the cool side, cool enough that he should be chilly.
Yet he’s not. He’s sweating more than he thought possible for one person, actually.
A breeze blows the hair from his face, ruffling the Light Dragon’s mane, making Sundelion’s tail twitch. It makes Link’s bangs stick to the sweat dripping down his forehead, and he swallows thickly, shoulders stiff as he brushes his hair away.
He went and found as many shrines as he could. He scoured Hyrule, following hints and rumors to the bright green spirals, feeling his body lighten with each orb he received, his strength returning with every statue he prayed at.
Now he’s ready to pull the blade.
He knows it.
A tremor goes through his hands at the thought, but he stills them, swallowing again.
...He just wishes this wasn’t going to be so painful.
“Sorry Zelda,” he whispers as he wipes off his sweaty palms, then rests them on the hilt of the Master Sword.
Zelda growls low in warning, and Sundelion’s head snaps up from where she’d been settled at his feet, but before Link can second guess himself, he pulls.
Zelda stiffens, then lets out a displeasured snarl, tossing her head so hard one of Link’s hands slips free and he almost falls off like during his first attempt. But he manages not to slip, and the longer he holds onto the sword, the more her movements begin to thrash, her roars louder. Their baby hops up and flies beside him, ears pinned back and fur fluffed up, but to his relief she doesn’t try to stop him. She just watches.
Link gets both hands back on the sword and tugs it a little more, and Zelda roars again, her head twisting and shaking. Light spills from where the blade meets dragon in golden tendrils, and Link keeps fighting to hold on.
Sundelion veers closer to him, her eyes wide. There’s something almost frightened in her expression, and as Zelda gives a more violent shake, the little dragon lets out a cry and latches her teeth in Link’s arm.
He yelps, the bite painful even with his bracers, but he keeps holding on, even as pained tears sting the corner of his eyes. He’s not going to let go.
He’s not going to let go.
Zelda bucks and thrashes below him, shaking her head like he’s a flea she’s trying to rid herself of. Sundelion’s teeth tighten, and Zelda stills, then suddenly twists around as she tries to toss him off. But Link doesn’t let go.
Their baby abruptly lets go of him, then roars along with her mother, flying rapidly back and forth in front of him with a distressed look. Their cries blend, a strange sound that rings in Link’s ears as Zelda roils under his feet, but he does not let go.
Power ripples around him, the haunting harmony of the dragons stabbing his soul. Link grits his teeth as his family cries, manages to plant his feet as his heart aches, uses every bit of strength he has to hold on, to pull—
Something gives.
The sword is not freed, but Zelda’s thrashing abruptly stops. Their baby goes quiet.
Then Zelda lets out the loudest roar yet, something that rings with a strange sadness and power. Link freezes, aware something has changed, and she points her nose upward. He holds on to the sword as he’s carried up, Zelda breaking her endless circuit and taking him higher and higher through the clouds. Sundelion can’t keep up, and she finally lands beside Link, staying quiet as her mother continues on.
Light shines brightly around him, and for a few moments, Link’s vision goes gold, soft and warm.
When his vision comes back, it’s to an otherworldly place, and he can’t help his small gasp. They’ve entered a realm of clouds and soft, golden light, and Link looks at it in awe as Zelda levels out, and slows her speed. For once he can’t feel the gloom in him at all, its persistent burn covered and soothed, and he lightly rubs his unnatural arm as they drift through the golden realm.
Zelda rumbles softly below him, and as Link looks back at the Master Sword, the tendrils keeping it in place partially recede, revealing more of the blade. He steps closer, but their baby moves in front of him, curving around the sword once and giving him a look that Link can’t identify.
He shifts a little closer, and she tightens her curl around the blade, something almost mournful in her eyes.
“Oh Sunny. I need to pull it out,” Link murmurs, gently extending his hand. “You’ve been around it your whole life, I know. I’m sure this feels wrong, and scary. But your mother left it for me. I need it to keep everyone safe.”
He has no idea if she understands, no idea if she knows what he’s doing. But his baby looks at his hand, then silently presses her forehead against it, a soft, sad little hum coming from her.
Then she pulls back, and unwinds herself from the sword.
Now is the time.
Link places his hands on the hilt once more, adjusts his stance, then gives it a smooth pull. The rest of the hair holding it slides away, the sword coming free with an ease that almost surprises him, and with a bloom of warmth, finally his blade is returned to his hands.
The steel shines gold, and he turns it around with a shaking hand, holding it out and admiring it. He hasn’t seen the blade in months, but the blade hasn’t seen him in thousands of years. It’s enough to make his head spin.
The gold on the sword shines as he watches, then peels off and flutters away like cherry blossom petals, disappearing into the light around them. A smile pulls at his cheeks as Sundelion tries to nip at them as they disappear, and her scales shine a little brighter, matching the gold of the realm around them.
The Master Sword’s steel beneath the light is revealed in its full glory, a silvery-blue that shines with his own determination. Link closes his eyes and bows his head towards it.
Then he raises it high, the blade fully restored, shining bright with hope.
A rightness settles within him, one he only ever gets when the blade is in his hand, that feels like the hilt was made for his grip. He smiles softly as he looks at the blade, old memories flickering at the edge of his mind— he really has pulled this blade far too many times.
A soft chime rings from the sword as he holds her high, a flicker of blue shining at the tip. All of a sudden Link’s vision goes oddly white.
He falls away from himself.
He doesn’t panic though, the sensation a familiar one. Things are at once sharp and distant, clear and hazy at the same time. It feels... like a memory. A tear? Something both more and less than that. But white shines around him, rippling occasionally with gold, and...
Suddenly he hears Zelda’s voice.
A lump stops up his throat as he sees her as she should be, no scales or claws, clasping the Master Sword as she fills it with light. Her eyes are half-lidded, hair swaying gently, and he swears he sees someone beside her, holding onto her leg, a tiny hand brushing the Master Sword.
His heart beats faster and he tries to get a better look, but the lighting is too uncertain, and Zelda turns, almost seeming to meet his gaze.
Then he hears her voice, and he wants to cry.
She prays for his safety, his success. She promises that she will mend the blade, that the sword will reach him, that they will defeat the Demon King together.
And that her strength goes with him in the sword, her eyes soft as she says his name.
It feels like a goodbye.
“I love you, Link,” she whispers, and sets a hand on the indistinct figure beside her. “Our strength goes with you.”
The vision fades as suddenly as it started, and Link looks at the sword, his cheeks damp as Zelda’s voice rings in his ears. He bows his head towards his blade once again, another tear slipping down his cheek, then places her in the sheath on his back, and looks out at the golden realm.
Zelda drifts a bit longer before angling downward, and Link’s vision once again goes gold, then fades back to normal. They’re back in Zelda’s normal circuit above Hyrule, the moon casting a soft light on his head, and the weight of the sword on his back is more of a comfort than it ever has been before, restored and strengthened to a new glory.
Zelda’s glory.
“You did it, Zelda,” Link whispers as he sits down. “You did it.”
She restored the Master Sword. Her mission was complete.
And now Ganondorf can finally be stopped.
A soft sound comes from behind Link, and he turns his head to see Sundelion looking at the sword on his back, her eyes fixed upon it. She steps closer, and flies in a small circle around him and his blade both, her eyes staying on it the whole time.
She lands again and sniffs lightly at his arm where she bit him, and Link lets her, watching as she suddenly draws back, something strange on her face.
Then Sundelion looks right at him, and to Link’s astonishment he sees a tear in her eye, small, but crystal-clear. She blinks, and her lashes make it fall, the wind taking it and causing it to land somewhere far below them.
Link scrambles to stand and figure out where they are in Hyrule, and sees a sparkle fall towards Satori Mountain below, silhouetted by the moon. Surprise hits him as he looks down at it, wondering at a new tear, then he pats Zelda’s head with another soft apology, tickles their baby under the chin, and skydives below.
What do you have for me, Sundelion?
It takes some looking to find the tear— in fact, quite a bit of looking since there’s no geoglyph to guide him. Link is stubborn though, and the success of the Master Sword and hope of another memory gives him energy, more than he’s had in months, and he keeps looking.
It’s nearly dawn when he finally finds where the tear came to rest, and he kneels down beside it, in a shallow indentation in a patch of silent princesses and blue nightshade by Rutile Lake.
He swallows thickly, and reaches out and touches it.
(...)
...
...
...
Chiming.
Steady, like a heartbeat.
Warm, like a sunrise.
Magic always flowing through it. Strengthening. Healing.
A voice that harmonizes with it.
Always there. Always chiming.
Always safe.
Steel against fur. Music as familiar as a mother’s embrace.
A rumble. A comfort.
Always healing.
Safe.
...
...
...
“Your Grace.”
...
“I apologize.”
...
...
“This was the only plan that had a chance of success higher than 4%.”
...
“I know it has caused great distress.”
...
“But without this course of action, it would have raised the chance of victory for the Demon King to over 95%. I could not allow this to happen.”
...
...
“I apologize to you as well, child of her grace. I hope, despite everything, you are happy.”
“What did you do on America’s semiquincentennial” I updated my zelda fanfic. What better way to celebrate my freedom of speech?? 😂
In all seriousness, this is another one of my favorite chapters in this fic. Please enjoy :) We’re nearing the end!
Ao3 link
First | Previous | Next (coming next week)
————————————————————
It’s time.
The moonlight is cold and sharp around Link as he looks at the Master Sword, the pale light sending what’s visible of the blade into sharp relief. It’s a warm night, but this high up it’s on the cool side, cool enough that he should be chilly.
Yet he’s not. He’s sweating more than he thought possible for one person, actually.
A breeze blows the hair from his face, ruffling the Light Dragon’s mane, making Sundelion’s tail twitch. It makes Link’s bangs stick to the sweat dripping down his forehead, and he swallows thickly, shoulders stiff as he brushes his hair away.
He went and found as many shrines as he could. He scoured Hyrule, following hints and rumors to the bright green spirals, feeling his body lighten with each orb he received, his strength returning with every statue he prayed at.
Now he’s ready to pull the blade.
He knows it.
A tremor goes through his hands at the thought, but he stills them, swallowing again.
...He just wishes this wasn’t going to be so painful.
“Sorry Zelda,” he whispers as he wipes off his sweaty palms, then rests them on the hilt of the Master Sword.
Zelda growls low in warning, and Sundelion’s head snaps up from where she’d been settled at his feet, but before Link can second guess himself, he pulls.
Zelda stiffens, then lets out a displeasured snarl, tossing her head so hard one of Link’s hands slips free and he almost falls off like during his first attempt. But he manages not to slip, and the longer he holds onto the sword, the more her movements begin to thrash, her roars louder. Their baby hops up and flies beside him, ears pinned back and fur fluffed up, but to his relief she doesn’t try to stop him. She just watches.
Link gets both hands back on the sword and tugs it a little more, and Zelda roars again, her head twisting and shaking. Light spills from where the blade meets dragon in golden tendrils, and Link keeps fighting to hold on.
Sundelion veers closer to him, her eyes wide. There’s something almost frightened in her expression, and as Zelda gives a more violent shake, the little dragon lets out a cry and latches her teeth in Link’s arm.
He yelps, the bite painful even with his bracers, but he keeps holding on, even as pained tears sting the corner of his eyes. He’s not going to let go.
He’s not going to let go.
Zelda bucks and thrashes below him, shaking her head like he’s a flea she’s trying to rid herself of. Sundelion’s teeth tighten, and Zelda stills, then suddenly twists around as she tries to toss him off. But Link doesn’t let go.
Their baby abruptly lets go of him, then roars along with her mother, flying rapidly back and forth in front of him with a distressed look. Their cries blend, a strange sound that rings in Link’s ears as Zelda roils under his feet, but he does not let go.
Power ripples around him, the haunting harmony of the dragons stabbing his soul. Link grits his teeth as his family cries, manages to plant his feet as his heart aches, uses every bit of strength he has to hold on, to pull—
Something gives.
The sword is not freed, but Zelda’s thrashing abruptly stops. Their baby goes quiet.
Then Zelda lets out the loudest roar yet, something that rings with a strange sadness and power. Link freezes, aware something has changed, and she points her nose upward. He holds on to the sword as he’s carried up, Zelda breaking her endless circuit and taking him higher and higher through the clouds. Sundelion can’t keep up, and she finally lands beside Link, staying quiet as her mother continues on.
Light shines brightly around him, and for a few moments, Link’s vision goes gold, soft and warm.
When his vision comes back, it’s to an otherworldly place, and he can’t help his small gasp. They’ve entered a realm of clouds and soft, golden light, and Link looks at it in awe as Zelda levels out, and slows her speed. For once he can’t feel the gloom in him at all, its persistent burn covered and soothed, and he lightly rubs his unnatural arm as they drift through the golden realm.
Zelda rumbles softly below him, and as Link looks back at the Master Sword, the tendrils keeping it in place partially recede, revealing more of the blade. He steps closer, but their baby moves in front of him, curving around the sword once and giving him a look that Link can’t identify.
He shifts a little closer, and she tightens her curl around the blade, something almost mournful in her eyes.
“Oh Sunny. I need to pull it out,” Link murmurs, gently extending his hand. “You’ve been around it your whole life, I know. I’m sure this feels wrong, and scary. But your mother left it for me. I need it to keep everyone safe.”
He has no idea if she understands, no idea if she knows what he’s doing. But his baby looks at his hand, then silently presses her forehead against it, a soft, sad little hum coming from her.
Then she pulls back, and unwinds herself from the sword.
Now is the time.
Link places his hands on the hilt once more, adjusts his stance, then gives it a smooth pull. The rest of the hair holding it slides away, the sword coming free with an ease that almost surprises him, and with a bloom of warmth, finally his blade is returned to his hands.
The steel shines gold, and he turns it around with a shaking hand, holding it out and admiring it. He hasn’t seen the blade in months, but the blade hasn’t seen him in thousands of years. It’s enough to make his head spin.
The gold on the sword shines as he watches, then peels off and flutters away like cherry blossom petals, disappearing into the light around them. A smile pulls at his cheeks as Sundelion tries to nip at them as they disappear, and her scales shine a little brighter, matching the gold of the realm around them.
The Master Sword’s steel beneath the light is revealed in its full glory, a silvery-blue that shines with his own determination. Link closes his eyes and bows his head towards it.
Then he raises it high, the blade fully restored, shining bright with hope.
A rightness settles within him, one he only ever gets when the blade is in his hand, that feels like the hilt was made for his grip. He smiles softly as he looks at the blade, old memories flickering at the edge of his mind— he really has pulled this blade far too many times.
A soft chime rings from the sword as he holds her high, a flicker of blue shining at the tip. All of a sudden Link’s vision goes oddly white.
He falls away from himself.
He doesn’t panic though, the sensation a familiar one. Things are at once sharp and distant, clear and hazy at the same time. It feels... like a memory. A tear? Something both more and less than that. But white shines around him, rippling occasionally with gold, and...
Suddenly he hears Zelda’s voice.
A lump stops up his throat as he sees her as she should be, no scales or claws, clasping the Master Sword as she fills it with light. Her eyes are half-lidded, hair swaying gently, and he swears he sees someone beside her, holding onto her leg, a tiny hand brushing the Master Sword.
His heart beats faster and he tries to get a better look, but the lighting is too uncertain, and Zelda turns, almost seeming to meet his gaze.
Then he hears her voice, and he wants to cry.
She prays for his safety, his success. She promises that she will mend the blade, that the sword will reach him, that they will defeat the Demon King together.
And that her strength goes with him in the sword, her eyes soft as she says his name.
It feels like a goodbye.
“I love you, Link,” she whispers, and sets a hand on the indistinct figure beside her. “Our strength goes with you.”
The vision fades as suddenly as it started, and Link looks at the sword, his cheeks damp as Zelda’s voice rings in his ears. He bows his head towards his blade once again, another tear slipping down his cheek, then places her in the sheath on his back, and looks out at the golden realm.
Zelda drifts a bit longer before angling downward, and Link’s vision once again goes gold, then fades back to normal. They’re back in Zelda’s normal circuit above Hyrule, the moon casting a soft light on his head, and the weight of the sword on his back is more of a comfort than it ever has been before, restored and strengthened to a new glory.
Zelda’s glory.
“You did it, Zelda,” Link whispers as he sits down. “You did it.”
She restored the Master Sword. Her mission was complete.
And now Ganondorf can finally be stopped.
A soft sound comes from behind Link, and he turns his head to see Sundelion looking at the sword on his back, her eyes fixed upon it. She steps closer, and flies in a small circle around him and his blade both, her eyes staying on it the whole time.
She lands again and sniffs lightly at his arm where she bit him, and Link lets her, watching as she suddenly draws back, something strange on her face.
Then Sundelion looks right at him, and to Link’s astonishment he sees a tear in her eye, small, but crystal-clear. She blinks, and her lashes make it fall, the wind taking it and causing it to land somewhere far below them.
Link scrambles to stand and figure out where they are in Hyrule, and sees a sparkle fall towards Satori Mountain below, silhouetted by the moon. Surprise hits him as he looks down at it, wondering at a new tear, then he pats Zelda’s head with another soft apology, tickles their baby under the chin, and skydives below.
What do you have for me, Sundelion?
It takes some looking to find the tear— in fact, quite a bit of looking since there’s no geoglyph to guide him. Link is stubborn though, and the success of the Master Sword and hope of another memory gives him energy, more than he’s had in months, and he keeps looking.
It’s nearly dawn when he finally finds where the tear came to rest, and he kneels down beside it, in a shallow indentation in a patch of silent princesses and blue nightshade by Rutile Lake.
He swallows thickly, and reaches out and touches it.
(...)
...
...
...
Chiming.
Steady, like a heartbeat.
Warm, like a sunrise.
Magic always flowing through it. Strengthening. Healing.
A voice that harmonizes with it.
Always there. Always chiming.
Always safe.
Steel against fur. Music as familiar as a mother’s embrace.
A rumble. A comfort.
Always healing.
Safe.
...
...
...
“Your Grace.”
...
“I apologize.”
...
...
“This was the only plan that had a chance of success higher than 4%.”
...
“I know it has caused great distress.”
...
“But without this course of action, it would have raised the chance of victory for the Demon King to over 95%. I could not allow this to happen.”
...
...
“I apologize to you as well, child of her grace. I hope, despite everything, you are happy.”
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I wasn't alive when it came out but I still don't like that one of my childhood movies that wasn't very old when I watched it is now 31 years old. that's not okay. that's not allowed.
Going through photos and I found the last one I ever took of my cat. She’s been gone for five years and yet the moment I looked at the picture I started bawling
Also is it extreme to cry a little over the fact that the iPod touch you’ve had for ages is finally on the verge of being replaced and you’re going to get rid of it
Going through photos and I found the last one I ever took of my cat. She’s been gone for five years and yet the moment I looked at the picture I started bawling
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Or a bit of it, anyway. This is that thing I was talking about posting yesterday, you all convinced me heh. Enjoy a bit of tiny Link.
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The storm had been bad.
Thick in the swamp where Rina’s tribe lived, the damage wasn’t too extensive— a few trees had been uprooted, and the water level had risen, but nobody had been seriously injured or killed. Fishing would be difficult for a while, but they would manage, as they always did, and only a few structures had been damaged. Only one Zora had been truly hurt, and that was only because Gillian had gotten a gash in his arm trying to move a branch off his house.
Upstream though, far out of the swamp, the damage had obviously been much worse.
Another wooden slat that looked like it had once been part of a house floated by, and Rina sighed, padding across the marshy ground. It seemed like a whole village’s worth of debris was clogging up the swollen river, and she’d been tasked to go take a look and see if there was anything noteworthy in the mess.
So far, there hadn’t been much.
Rina sighed, wishing she could swim instead of having to walk. But between the rushing current and amount of debris, you’d have to be pretty stupid to swim in this section of the river. The swamp would take care of the flooding like it always did, but it would still be a bit before the current died down. At least she’d been able to swim through the calmer swamp waters to get here in the first place.
She scanned over the water again, watching a huge branch drag several bits of debris along with it, a small pang of sadness hitting her. Her tribe really wasn’t concerned with Hylian affairs, but nobody deserved this much destruction. It didn’t even look like there was anything here intact enough worth noting, or interesting enough to take home.
I’ll go up to the bend, then head back, Rina decided, and nodded as she started walking again. At least it was a nice morning, humid, but not too hot. If it had been dry, she would’ve already headed back. The last thing she needed was dried-out scales.
A heron took off into the cloudy sky, and Rina glanced at it, then went back to watching the river. Stray rays of sunshine occasionally made it through the cloud cover, and at the moment several were dancing across the churning water, making it sparkle where debris wasn’t clogging it. It was actually rather pretty.
The light caught on something else suddenly, and Rina tilted her head, watching it bob in the water. It looked like some sort of wooden box, and she stood on the shore watching it curiously.
Was it a chest?
Maybe there’s something shiny inside!
Excitement ran through her at the thought, and she moved closer to the bank, debating. The current wasn’t too bad where she was thanks to a bend in the river, and the box wasn’t moving too fast either. She could probably fish it out without much trouble, and if there was something neat inside, it would be more than worth it.
It was an easy decision.
Rina hopped into the river without another thought, and yelped, the current immediately pushing her back. Wow that’s stronger than it looked!
She grunted, trying to adjust to the roaring water, and nearly got flipped upside down from the force of it. Almost too strong...
Rina shook her head, bracing herself determinedly. Her tribe were the best swimmers around, and something as silly as a flooded river wasn’t going to stop her.
Dodging a branch that swept her way, Rina focused on adjusting to the current, cutting through at an angle to better swim through. Her strokes were powerful, but she still moved gracefully towards the chest bobbing in the current. She had to duck under several branches and other bits of debris, trying not to fight the current unless she had to, and her arms were starting to ache by the time she finally made it to the chest.
Rina leaned against it with a tired huff, letting the current carry her and the chest for a moment while she rested. Then she began to push it back towards shore.
Most Zora probably wouldn’t have gone to quite so much effort just to dredge an old chest from a river with such a strong current, but Rina was nothing if not stubborn. Not to mention insanely curious as to the chest’s contents. She’d always liked shiny things.
Maybe it’s rupees, or some weird Hylian clothes, or a special treasure—
Rina’s mind reeled with possibilities as she pushed and tugged and fought her way to the river’s shore with the chest, determined to get it to dry land. She couldn’t wait to pry it open.
Rina’s arms were burning by the time she finally reached the shore, but she barely noticed, eagerly tugging the chest out of the water and to safe ground. Visions of shiny things and treasures sped her movements, and she looked at the chest in excitement as she shook mud from her fins. Maybe this boring trip wasn’t a waste after all!
She quickly plucked some weeds off her scales before crouching down and pulling at the lock of the chest. It had been smashed in a little, probably by debris, but Rina’s claws made short work of it, and she pried the lid open with a grunt, excitedly peering inside.
Then stopped.
And stared.
Grey-green eyes stared back at her, wide and bright even in the shadow of the chest’s lid, and Rina’s breath caught.
A baby.
There was a baby in the chest.
Rina put a hand to her mouth in shock, staring down at the tiny hylian curled up in a blanket. It couldn’t have been more than a year old, and her thoughts spun as it kept staring up at her, seemingly unaware of her world currently being rocked.
“How— how did you—” she gasped, and at the sound of her voice, the baby’s delicate ears pricked up, eyes somehow getting even wider.
Then it began to cry, tears beginning to fall down tiny cheeks.
Rina, already caught completely off guard by her discovery and now the loud noises coming from the baby, began to panic. Why was it crying? What did she do?!
“Uh— hey, hey don’t cry! It’s okay!” she said hurriedly, but the words seemed to have no effect. “Stop! It’s okay!”
Having no clue what to do, and getting rather anxious from the cries, Rina quickly plucked the baby out of the chest, being extra careful not to hurt it with her claws as she lifted it up. The baby kept crying, probably displeased with how she was holding it, and Rina floundered for a moment before deciding to try what seemed to always calm down the hatchlings in the village.
Keeping the blanket around the baby, she tucked it into her arms, making soft chirps to try and calm the wails coming from its tiny lungs.
It took a few moments, but finally the cries slowed, and stopped. Rina sighed in relief. There, now at least she could think straight again. The baby blinked up at her while she mentally patted herself on the back, and then it reached out with tiny, unwebbed hands towards her face.
Rina looked at it, soft and scaleless, no fins or gills to be seen, cold and sniffly in her arms, and something inside her melted.
This tiny Hylian had survived the storm and a flooded river besides, it was a miracle it hadn’t suffocated or drowned. Rina had no clue how far the nearest Hylian village was, but it was far, and based on the debris and where the storm had come from, the poor thing had probably been trapped for a good day or two. It must have been starving, and was probably terrified.
No wonder it had been crying.
A hand pressed against her chin, and Rina crooned at the baby again, happy to see it had fully calmed down. It blinked its bright eyes at her, then nestled up to her with a soft noise, sticking its hand into its mouth.
“Well. You’re not exactly shiny, but this isn’t a bad treasure,” she said, gently petting the baby’s head. “Ooh, that’s soft, it’s like a little patch of moss!”
She petted it more in delight, and as the baby giggled, Rina knew her fate was sealed. She wasn’t going to leave this baby here, no sir. Sure it was Hylian, and weird looking because of that, but it was cute too, and she couldn’t just leave it out here in the swamp, exposed and vulnerable.
Rina looked out at the debris-ridden water, feeling a small prickle of sadness. And wherever the baby had come from, there... probably wasn’t anything left.
“Well I guess we’ll see what Chief Baiyu says about all this,” she hummed, then tucked the blanket a little better around the baby. “Even he wouldn’t be so harsh as to just toss you out. You can come home with me, and we’ll figure out what to do with you there, okay little treasure?” Rina said, and the baby looked at her with those wide eyes again, bright and grey-green. “Yes. Good plan. Thank you.”
The baby made a cooing noise, one like some of the birds that nested in the trees by the village, and Rina smiled.
“Let’s go then, little treasure. We’ve got a bit of a trek ahead, and I’m sure you’re hungry.”
The baby cooed again, and Rina paused a moment, looking at it, then shrugged.
“...I guess we’ll just figure out what you eat somehow. Hope you like fish!”
And nestling the baby securely in her arms, Rina trotted back downriver, pretty content with the results of her trip.
Hey, Peggy :)) it’s been awhile!! How are you doing?
Hi there friend!!! It has been a bit, huh? I hope you've been doing well! I'm enjoying your Legend art when I see it :)
I'm doing... hm. Okay I guess? Certain aspects of life have been falling apart, but there's been good things too so I'm like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Like I had a nice time at the beach in June! Except my lips did their strange thing where they dry out, get super puffy and sore, and then I'm in mouth agony for like a week. And my car got fixed from the problems it was having and is working okay right now! But it probably won't pass inspection in the fall. And the house-sitting job I'd been looking forward to this summer fell through.
AND there's been family stuff-- some of which has once again been good! But also it's possible my sister and her two little kids might have to come live with us for a few weeks and even thinking about that is overwhelming, but... I guess that's life lol. It's good and bad. And I think I'm doing okay with it all (even if I crash out every now and then haha).
Sorry for rambling all of that lol, anyway I hope you've been well :)
I do this thing sometimes where I write for a while and make a lot of progress then for some reason get on tumblr expecting a reward for the writing. Even though I haven’t posted it. Or even said anything about it. Or anything.
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