#bexmuses

"Senor de la Vega!" Lucy stood with a smile as the young man walked in. "How good to see you again!"

She dipped her head politely and nodded to Diego's father, who had occupied the chair across from herself. "Your father was kind enough to let me in. I hope you don't mind my stopping by for a visit...?"

He might... Lucy understood if Diego still distrusted her, given her true identity. But it was precisely because he knew that she so wished to speak to him... Someone she didn't have to hide from.

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Of Course, Impa had been more Concerned about Zelda's safety then the treasury. even if the field and moat somehow kept most out the castle, the vaults were better guarded then the young hero could say Zelda was, as far as the normal soldiers went. So when he snuck in to see one of the few people he could genuinely talk with about some of his adventures, only to find out the Lens of Truth he'd returned to Impa had been stolen...

Safe to say, Link had to blink the ice out of his eyes. The Lens was a mighty tool, and not something some thief or Worse needed to own. It was a no-brainer to offer to hunt it down and get it (and the other stolen treasures) back.

There was a silent gratitude between them that the Ocarina was nowhere to be snatched at the time. That was safe and secure in his pouch. There wasn't much of a description to go by,a side from rounded ears, but it was no Gerudo. After all, the only Gerudo Male was in no position to be causing any sort of problems right now.

Granted, the mission itself was... taking a bit longer then Link had anticipated. this thief covered his tracks well, but not perfectly. not many camped in the wilds of Hyrule, and fewer still would have let smoke signal where they were to the creatures of the night. One of the few trees in the fields- Link had hopped off Epona behind a hill form where he'd seen the smoke, and was walking on his own boots. one thing about being a teenager was that most underestimated him, and the sword he strapped to his back as just show.

Surely this would be an instance of the same.

Anyways, if he was wrong, Link didn't want to come out bows drawn. traveling merchants were a thing, after all, but as it was his gut told him otherwise. So, hands empty, and expression steely, Link approached the lone campfire as the sun began to turn the sky such vibrant hues. a scan of the campsite definitely told him this was no merchant: there was no merchandise. It could still just be a traveler passing through.

Still.

@bexmuses for Diego de la Vega

Even though the weather was still a tad on the chilly side of things, that didn't mean that nature wasn't carrying on. The trees were beginning to bud. The leafy bits of various flowers were starting to crop up. Just enough to give a preview of what was to come!

And with it came the hopes of a woman that needed business to pick up. Soon at that. Her brother had been writing like an absolute mad man, it would seem. At times, she thought that bandaging his hands would have to be done.

Thankfully, he never got to that point, but that didn't stop her from worrying. Selling what little dried herbs and pressed flowers were left in The English Garden. There admittedly wasn't much.

To get her mind off their troubles, Melvin had suggested she go somewhere to clear her head; it wasn't doing either one of them much good after all. So in response, she'd donned her best dress--a green checked pattern with longer sleeves that stuck out at the shoulders, paired with a belt. Along with a simple hat.

With a small sketchbook in hand, she headed to Kew Gardens, to take in the grounds and wander about. After a bit of wandering around, the blonde settled on a few purple crocus that caught her attention. For a moment she thought about crouching near the path, but thought about how unladylike that would be!

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His twin sister did always say there was something about sitting out under the stars at night, whether it be on a rooftop or out in an open field; yet somehow the location made all the difference. Over the years, they'd tested this theory as kids and eventually as teens he began to see it. Even more so in the year they spent apart, but that was neither here nor there. Perhaps while they were here, the pair would get to experience the stars under the Texas skyline. Just a question of when.

If he played his cards right, maybe inspiration would strike while here.

Yet, just because he was a writer, didn't mean that he wasn't a reader as well; an avid one at that. Though, he hardly discussed this with much of anybody, much less almost perfect strangers at a convention like this one. However, he didn't take inspiration from the work of other authors. To Melvin, it almost seemed like cheating and in the grand scheme of things, that's exactly what it was.

“Me? Fine. Always am.”

Nope. His eyes ached from overuse and tiredness, his entire body a little weaker than it normally was. It was one of those nights where he felt like he hadn’t done enough during the day and now he had to work into the night to make up for it. As a leader, he was a big advocate for getting rest, having downtime, taking proper breaks... he was just a hypocrite when he got into a mood like this.

Still, he ignore the headache and the stinging eyes and the cramp in his hand and kept scrawling notes, studying the Ancient Scroll. He needed to understand. He needed to get on top of all these Wu, fully understand all their potential so they could preemptively avoid the Heylin side getting their hands on any dangerous Wu-pairings. 

“No, it’s only Jack. Though you’d be surprised how many people assume Jack is a nickname. Y’know one time I was friends with this guy for years and he never got the hint no matter how many times I corrected him.” 

At last! It felt like he’d been waiting decades for Anna to finally invite him back inside permanently. As an official part of the “family”. Her fiance of a year and a half and he was finally starting to feel like Anna was taking their engagement seriously.

Maybe soon she’d even want to begin talking about their wedding plans. He could only hope.

“Only a few more things to move in. Still can’t believe I’m going to really be living here.” He mused as he set down a trunk on the floor of his new bedroom. He looked back at Anna- his future queen if he got his way- and smirked playfully. “Feels so official~.”