#wild;

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.

--and there he is! his best, oddest, and most frequent shopper! 

         (it’s a good thing beedle has stocked up since last time)

“Good morning and hello, my favorite stalker! Did you come all this way just to see me?!”

                                   of course he did! 

if there’s one person that beedle can count on, it’s link. half the time, the boy will deplete all of his stocks! not to mention that he happens upon some rare items that beedle would be best not to question, just buy. so when he sees that familiar shock of yellow hair, he hikes the straps of his bag into a more secure location on his shoulders, straightens his back, and gives him a blinding smile.

                  “Hoy, Link! I’ve stocked up on special items, just for you!”

sand boots?!

        oh, what he would give for those! the hike to the bazaar in the desert had been worth it, but the extra comfort would have made it even better. and since he’s still on the fence about whether to go into town or not (the guards keep giving him odd looks every time he steps close and then ducks back away to catch travelers to sell to), he might as well try to barter with this man.

                        his bag lands in the sand with a startling WHOOMPH, and he makes a show of opening it to show his stock.