yours.

POTENT  COFFEE  BREWED,  READY  FOR  CONSUMPTION. Our  knight’s  duty  differentiated  from  other  legendary  heroes,  theirs  being  more  open.   If  perhaps  they’d  trade  places  with  him,  they’d  be  FORMALLY uptight  too  ━━━ (  or face time in the gallows. )

❝ I  didn’t  take  you  for  a  jokester.  ❞  Lips  sipped,  savouring  a  concoction  with  a  strong    kick. ❝ I  kinda  forgot  to  laugh. ❞

        ‘     oh   come on now !   ‘  a chuckle arises once more from you.   ‘   you can’t be   serious.  your zelda can’t be   that   strict  !   ‘   hands upon the table, you drum your fingers.    ‘    to think that my descendants will be so boring.  .  .  ‘   you mean it with love ! you truly do. you have no way of measuring how dastardly your counterparts would have it ! (  if you had to spend 10,000 years crystalized, who  knows  how bad it could get !

      a smile lands itself playfully upon your features, a chuckle resounding later.

          ‘    why  are you acting so  FORMALLY  ?  lighten up a little.    ‘  what resounding advice from the goddess herself !   ‘   really, you shouldn’t be so uptight.   ‘     her link wasn’t, after all

   ‘ hey      ---      hey  !  stop that ! didn’t your zelda ever tell you to be gentle with Fi !?  ‘

       she steps in front of the grass, hands taut on her hips !

                                                 but I am still YOURS.

this wasn’t zelda. or at least not his zelda. but he had almost mistaken her for such upon glancing at her gold-locks that matched brilliantly with emerald optics. however, that alone wasn’t enough to convince him. from the moment she spoke his name, he knew she wasn’t the princess he has grown so fond of.

her voice, though similar to zelda’s, just didn’t sit right with him. and her speech mannerism was far from what he was use to hearing. after all, his princess’s voice was one of a kind. no other voice could soothe him like hers.

and then there was the castle – with it’s structure miraculously restored despite it’s presumed destruction. but yet that remains as the least of his concerns, as link watches the blonde take a cautious step back. remaining in place, the knight wasn’t any better in giving a response. what he should say - what he should do; the hero truly found himself at lost.

      careful eyes would dance around his figure, landing on every notable feature he held. from the tunic he wore   (    that, might she add, was wonderfully stitched   )    , to the ears that were just as pointed as hers. 

undeniably so, he had to be born to skyloft. yet as memories began to burn into her mind, no such imprinting of the man was immediately brought to the forefront of her mind. 

the silence had become stiff, crowded almost. unbearable. a goddess’ voice would break it without remorse, & without second thought. ‘    wh  .  .   who exactly  are  you.  you’re not  link  . wh  .  .  where is he ---  !?  did you  do  something to him  -----       ‘  

    her body would crumble as if a leaf in fall, dropping to the young adult’s side. her gracefulness could be only confused for that of a goddess’ ; as such is her touch. 

slender, thin, fingers trace the bumps & scrapes that line his knee. & as she had once done so, her smile fell from the heavens, a sense of worry & distraught lacing her delicate features. 

     preparations were being made, day in & day out, to create a wonderful land, where all could live. hyrule, they had decided. in thanks to the goddess hylia, whom had put everything on the line to ensure that hylians, gorons, rito, & zora alike could all live in harmony & peace . 

link had been beyond helpful, too. staying with her was more than enough to warm her heart for 100 years ! even if she would never say anything about it. 

hands on her hips, as she evaluates the work done on the  castle  , she peers behind her. it wasn’t odd for the man to be found sleeping in. eyes peek to the side, hearing footsteps. they sounded  .  .  .  cautious  --  ! she wondered why, had he already forgotten where he was ? ( it happened more than once. )