#flamboyence

     this work is too intelligent for bokoblins.  bokoblins aren’t smart enough to double back, to cross through rivers; they’re smart enough to occupy old forts, to call for help, but this is...  something more cunning than bokoblins.

if there is anything beedle has learned about the rito since opening up shop, it’s that they love their arrows. not the arrows beedle sells; their arrows. hand-crafted (or is it feather-crafted?) and truly remarkable, beedle can’t rightly blame them. in fact, it’s proven almost impossible just for him to get his hands on some to sell alongside with the mass-produced hylian arrows he stocks.

               the rito are prideful, and that’s something he must respect.

but that doesn’t stop him from lurking around a training grounds where he can find arrows lodged in targets or lying in the snow. in fact, it’s one of these days when he’s picking the coveted arrows from the frost that he realizes he isn’t alone. he straightens up so fast that he nearly tumbles backwards with the weight of his pack, but he’s still smiling.

               two whole hours, it takes him. two whole hours of                             bitter frustration and painful confusion, of harried                             scrambling and desperate flapping, of NONONO                             and GOSH, THAT WAS CLOSE and WHY DOES                             IT HAVE TO BE SO DAMN HIGH?! two whole                             hours...but he’s finally made it. atop the village’s                             peak. to the divine beast. to vah medoh.

               it’s dangerous, they've always told him. it’s dangerous,                             you’re just a child, you will be killed, it’s dangerous,                             never approach, it’s dangerous.

               yet as he edges towards the grand beast now (and oh,                             what a grand beast it is!), eyes wide and breaths                             atremble, he feels no fear. no dread, no panic, no                             THEY WERE RIGHT horror --- his feathers flare                             and his chest swells with only one thing.

               giddy, giddy wonder.

psst, @flamboyence!! just wanted to tell you that i v v deeply admire the way you write revali!! he is everything i thought he would be and so much more in your hands; i've always loved him as a character but seeing your portrayal??? your writing??? Hot Damn never have i loved him more

--- froreblest.

     after link frees her spirit from calamity ganon’s blight, mipha wanders the chambers of vah ruta’s body like a lost memory. her fingertips trace, delicate, the intricate designs that line the wall. her webbed feet dip into the water. she steps out into the open, beside ruta’s trunk, and breathes in the snow-chilled air.

     all of these are things she cannot feel.