Last night I was chatting with a friend and I was suddenly struck with the inspiration to write a goofy little blurb about windbombing or whatever for my fic Shattered Body.
A circular, glowing blue, bomb rests in an area of freshly cut grass, slowly wobbling back and forth. Its glowing, square, counterpart is balanced on top, wobbling even more than the circle bomb. Balanced on top of both of them, their arms out wide and a grin on their face, is Link, dressed in casual Sheikah clothes.
Off to the side, a safe enough distance away, Paya looks out past a mossy boulder. She's clasping a hand in front of her face, the look in her eyes equal parts concerned and incredulous.
"Are you sure?"
"Mmhm!"
"Okay, Link."
They flash her a thumbs up, then quickly rebalance themself.
"Three."
They brace their legs.
"Two."
Paya gently thumbs the button on the slate, her pointer already holding the trigger down.
"One."
They grin, wild and unhylian.
"Go," says Paya, pressing the button down as the word leaves her mouth.
The sound of a Sheikah tech bomb exploding will never not be weird to Paya, with how different it is to a bomb arrow's blast. No hiss of fuse and fire, just the hum of that blue magic and the wall of force blasting outwards. Wind rushes through her loose hair as the circle bomb explodes, sending the square bomb, and subsequently, Link, rocketing into the air at speed.
"No fucking way," murmurs Paya, an involuntary smile plastered on her face. "It WORKED!"
She drops the slate to the ground to shield her eyes from the sun and scans the sky for the hero, standing as she does. After a moment of searching, she spots Link floating back down on their paraglider, seemingly after being thrown relatively high into the air. Their distant laugh catches on her ears and can't stop from flapping her hands, a happy laugh pealing off her lips as well.
