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@tearsoflink
Hello, my name is Tear. I am a version of the Hero of the Wild. It has been about one year since the Upheaval. I have been married to Revali for 6 years, and we are happily expecting a child. We've also adopted one of the other Heroes, Birdie.
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*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*she doesn't understand. There is no quest waiting for Sparrow. No grand adventure.*
*he's getting annoyed. He shouldn't get annoyed at a pregnant woman, it's mean*
"it's scary to think about what's waiting for me, so I'd rather not"
*he quietly eats his food*
*She hums softly.*
I apologize. But, I believe regardless of if there's something waitin' for ya or not, you'll have support.
*He smiles at you.*
I mean, you're here, yeah? It may not be a quest, but it's an adventure, and those are worth somethin'. New people, new friends. Ya don't have t' be alone.
*he freezes for a second. He hadn't thought of that.*
*the cat in his lap meows, as if to say "you found me!"*
"I..guess that's true, I didn't think of it that way. I've never had friends before"
*Ghirahim makes an offended sound*
"what am I then? A worm beneath your feet? You wound me!"
*Sparrow chuckles*
"you're right, you're right. I had you"
Sometimes, it takes an outside perspective.
There's plenty of time to make a ton of friends, too. Ya have Cleo and Ghirahim, but I'm sure that Twig could be one too, once y'all make up. She doesn't have many friends either. She knows how t' be a sister, but she's still figurin' out the friend part.
"yeah...Twig tries to fix everything. I don't like being treated like a project."
*but she did save him*
"maybe once things have calmed down I'll talk to her again"
*Tear sighs.*
She... She doesn't know stability. She's been used as a tool her whole life, it's all she really knows. Now that she's gettin' int' a better situation, she's probably not adjustin' the best, even if she looks like she is.
Spendin' her whole life trainin' t' fight somethin' that could've killed her, and t' protect a princess that struggled t' awaken her powers, bein' told her only worth is whether or not she can do her job as a hero. She's been conditioned t' make herself useful t' people.
I've seen what happens when she's told she can't help or is scolded for tryin' t' help, it effects her greatly and not in a good way.
Of course, ya have yer right t' not want her help, I'm just explainin' how she is, as someone who's similar t' her.
"yeah...I get that, I hope she figures it out, she does seem like a nice friend to have"
*he spent his whole life waiting for something to change, it's not the same, but it's similar*
*She smiles.*
Birdie thinks so, he cares about her a lot.
*he nods*
"I'm glad she has friends"
*he pets the cat calmly, it purrs*
As do I.
If you don't mind me saying this, your magic – at least part of it – somewhat feels like hers. While she and Zelda are both descendants of Hylia – as am I but that's not important right now – there are slight differences in their magic.
*She hums softly.*
Actually, Zelda barely has a connection to Hylia's magic. It's there, but weak – her light magic comes from her Zonai ancestry...well, I guess our ancestry.
*he tenses slightly. he's going to have alot of questions about this, isn't he* "yes my magic is...strange...I know why but it's not something I like to discuss."
*They're both descendants of Hylia...does that make them family?*
And I won't ask. I just hope you'll stay safe, alright?
How do you like your treat?
*She shifts the conversation a little.*
*he smiles, clearly relieved*
"it's delicious! Better than the chefs at home"
*Ghirahim blinks*
"impossible, but true, it is better"
*He giggles.*
I take a lot of pride in what I cook. Though it is a bit harder to do at the moment, often I have to get my husband to help.
*he perks up slightly* "I can help! I don't really...know much about cooking...im not allowed in the kitchen back home..But I wanna learn!"
*Ghirahim leaves and comes back with a bucket of water for whatever fire comes out of this*
*She laughs.*
Well, if you wish to stay for dinner, you can help me out. Vali won't be home until dinnertime anyway, had an emergency at Rito Village.
*the kid nods excitedly*
"sure! What do you plan on making?"
Haven't decided yet. Anything sound interesting to you?
*he hums, thinking* "do you have any fish? I know Ghiri likes fish.."
Of course, we are near Rito Village after all. We can do a simple salmon meuniére, Vali loves those.
*he grins*
"that sounds delicious! How can I help?"
Well, firstly, we're going to need sides. I prefer to pair this dish with vegetables, do you have a preference?
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*she doesn't understand. There is no quest waiting for Sparrow. No grand adventure.*
*he's getting annoyed. He shouldn't get annoyed at a pregnant woman, it's mean*
"it's scary to think about what's waiting for me, so I'd rather not"
*he quietly eats his food*
*She hums softly.*
I apologize. But, I believe regardless of if there's something waitin' for ya or not, you'll have support.
*He smiles at you.*
I mean, you're here, yeah? It may not be a quest, but it's an adventure, and those are worth somethin'. New people, new friends. Ya don't have t' be alone.
*he freezes for a second. He hadn't thought of that.*
*the cat in his lap meows, as if to say "you found me!"*
"I..guess that's true, I didn't think of it that way. I've never had friends before"
*Ghirahim makes an offended sound*
"what am I then? A worm beneath your feet? You wound me!"
*Sparrow chuckles*
"you're right, you're right. I had you"
Sometimes, it takes an outside perspective.
There's plenty of time to make a ton of friends, too. Ya have Cleo and Ghirahim, but I'm sure that Twig could be one too, once y'all make up. She doesn't have many friends either. She knows how t' be a sister, but she's still figurin' out the friend part.
"yeah...Twig tries to fix everything. I don't like being treated like a project."
*but she did save him*
"maybe once things have calmed down I'll talk to her again"
*Tear sighs.*
She... She doesn't know stability. She's been used as a tool her whole life, it's all she really knows. Now that she's gettin' int' a better situation, she's probably not adjustin' the best, even if she looks like she is.
Spendin' her whole life trainin' t' fight somethin' that could've killed her, and t' protect a princess that struggled t' awaken her powers, bein' told her only worth is whether or not she can do her job as a hero. She's been conditioned t' make herself useful t' people.
I've seen what happens when she's told she can't help or is scolded for tryin' t' help, it effects her greatly and not in a good way.
Of course, ya have yer right t' not want her help, I'm just explainin' how she is, as someone who's similar t' her.
"yeah...I get that, I hope she figures it out, she does seem like a nice friend to have"
*he spent his whole life waiting for something to change, it's not the same, but it's similar*
*She smiles.*
Birdie thinks so, he cares about her a lot.
*he nods*
"I'm glad she has friends"
*he pets the cat calmly, it purrs*
As do I.
If you don't mind me saying this, your magic – at least part of it – somewhat feels like hers. While she and Zelda are both descendants of Hylia – as am I but that's not important right now – there are slight differences in their magic.
*She hums softly.*
Actually, Zelda barely has a connection to Hylia's magic. It's there, but weak – her light magic comes from her Zonai ancestry...well, I guess our ancestry.
*he tenses slightly. he's going to have alot of questions about this, isn't he* "yes my magic is...strange...I know why but it's not something I like to discuss."
*They're both descendants of Hylia...does that make them family?*
And I won't ask. I just hope you'll stay safe, alright?
How do you like your treat?
*She shifts the conversation a little.*
*he smiles, clearly relieved*
"it's delicious! Better than the chefs at home"
*Ghirahim blinks*
"impossible, but true, it is better"
*He giggles.*
I take a lot of pride in what I cook. Though it is a bit harder to do at the moment, often I have to get my husband to help.
*he perks up slightly* "I can help! I don't really...know much about cooking...im not allowed in the kitchen back home..But I wanna learn!"
*Ghirahim leaves and comes back with a bucket of water for whatever fire comes out of this*
*She laughs.*
Well, if you wish to stay for dinner, you can help me out. Vali won't be home until dinnertime anyway, had an emergency at Rito Village.
*the kid nods excitedly*
"sure! What do you plan on making?"
Haven't decided yet. Anything sound interesting to you?
*he hums, thinking* "do you have any fish? I know Ghiri likes fish.."
Of course, we are near Rito Village after all. We can do a simple salmon meuniére, Vali loves those.
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*she doesn't understand. There is no quest waiting for Sparrow. No grand adventure.*
*he's getting annoyed. He shouldn't get annoyed at a pregnant woman, it's mean*
"it's scary to think about what's waiting for me, so I'd rather not"
*he quietly eats his food*
*She hums softly.*
I apologize. But, I believe regardless of if there's something waitin' for ya or not, you'll have support.
*He smiles at you.*
I mean, you're here, yeah? It may not be a quest, but it's an adventure, and those are worth somethin'. New people, new friends. Ya don't have t' be alone.
*he freezes for a second. He hadn't thought of that.*
*the cat in his lap meows, as if to say "you found me!"*
"I..guess that's true, I didn't think of it that way. I've never had friends before"
*Ghirahim makes an offended sound*
"what am I then? A worm beneath your feet? You wound me!"
*Sparrow chuckles*
"you're right, you're right. I had you"
Sometimes, it takes an outside perspective.
There's plenty of time to make a ton of friends, too. Ya have Cleo and Ghirahim, but I'm sure that Twig could be one too, once y'all make up. She doesn't have many friends either. She knows how t' be a sister, but she's still figurin' out the friend part.
"yeah...Twig tries to fix everything. I don't like being treated like a project."
*but she did save him*
"maybe once things have calmed down I'll talk to her again"
*Tear sighs.*
She... She doesn't know stability. She's been used as a tool her whole life, it's all she really knows. Now that she's gettin' int' a better situation, she's probably not adjustin' the best, even if she looks like she is.
Spendin' her whole life trainin' t' fight somethin' that could've killed her, and t' protect a princess that struggled t' awaken her powers, bein' told her only worth is whether or not she can do her job as a hero. She's been conditioned t' make herself useful t' people.
I've seen what happens when she's told she can't help or is scolded for tryin' t' help, it effects her greatly and not in a good way.
Of course, ya have yer right t' not want her help, I'm just explainin' how she is, as someone who's similar t' her.
"yeah...I get that, I hope she figures it out, she does seem like a nice friend to have"
*he spent his whole life waiting for something to change, it's not the same, but it's similar*
*She smiles.*
Birdie thinks so, he cares about her a lot.
*he nods*
"I'm glad she has friends"
*he pets the cat calmly, it purrs*
As do I.
If you don't mind me saying this, your magic – at least part of it – somewhat feels like hers. While she and Zelda are both descendants of Hylia – as am I but that's not important right now – there are slight differences in their magic.
*She hums softly.*
Actually, Zelda barely has a connection to Hylia's magic. It's there, but weak – her light magic comes from her Zonai ancestry...well, I guess our ancestry.
*he tenses slightly. he's going to have alot of questions about this, isn't he* "yes my magic is...strange...I know why but it's not something I like to discuss."
*They're both descendants of Hylia...does that make them family?*
And I won't ask. I just hope you'll stay safe, alright?
How do you like your treat?
*She shifts the conversation a little.*
*he smiles, clearly relieved*
"it's delicious! Better than the chefs at home"
*Ghirahim blinks*
"impossible, but true, it is better"
*He giggles.*
I take a lot of pride in what I cook. Though it is a bit harder to do at the moment, often I have to get my husband to help.
*he perks up slightly* "I can help! I don't really...know much about cooking...im not allowed in the kitchen back home..But I wanna learn!"
*Ghirahim leaves and comes back with a bucket of water for whatever fire comes out of this*
*She laughs.*
Well, if you wish to stay for dinner, you can help me out. Vali won't be home until dinnertime anyway, had an emergency at Rito Village.
*the kid nods excitedly*
"sure! What do you plan on making?"
Haven't decided yet. Anything sound interesting to you?
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*she doesn't understand. There is no quest waiting for Sparrow. No grand adventure.*
*he's getting annoyed. He shouldn't get annoyed at a pregnant woman, it's mean*
"it's scary to think about what's waiting for me, so I'd rather not"
*he quietly eats his food*
*She hums softly.*
I apologize. But, I believe regardless of if there's something waitin' for ya or not, you'll have support.
*He smiles at you.*
I mean, you're here, yeah? It may not be a quest, but it's an adventure, and those are worth somethin'. New people, new friends. Ya don't have t' be alone.
*he freezes for a second. He hadn't thought of that.*
*the cat in his lap meows, as if to say "you found me!"*
"I..guess that's true, I didn't think of it that way. I've never had friends before"
*Ghirahim makes an offended sound*
"what am I then? A worm beneath your feet? You wound me!"
*Sparrow chuckles*
"you're right, you're right. I had you"
Sometimes, it takes an outside perspective.
There's plenty of time to make a ton of friends, too. Ya have Cleo and Ghirahim, but I'm sure that Twig could be one too, once y'all make up. She doesn't have many friends either. She knows how t' be a sister, but she's still figurin' out the friend part.
"yeah...Twig tries to fix everything. I don't like being treated like a project."
*but she did save him*
"maybe once things have calmed down I'll talk to her again"
*Tear sighs.*
She... She doesn't know stability. She's been used as a tool her whole life, it's all she really knows. Now that she's gettin' int' a better situation, she's probably not adjustin' the best, even if she looks like she is.
Spendin' her whole life trainin' t' fight somethin' that could've killed her, and t' protect a princess that struggled t' awaken her powers, bein' told her only worth is whether or not she can do her job as a hero. She's been conditioned t' make herself useful t' people.
I've seen what happens when she's told she can't help or is scolded for tryin' t' help, it effects her greatly and not in a good way.
Of course, ya have yer right t' not want her help, I'm just explainin' how she is, as someone who's similar t' her.
"yeah...I get that, I hope she figures it out, she does seem like a nice friend to have"
*he spent his whole life waiting for something to change, it's not the same, but it's similar*
*She smiles.*
Birdie thinks so, he cares about her a lot.
*he nods*
"I'm glad she has friends"
*he pets the cat calmly, it purrs*
As do I.
If you don't mind me saying this, your magic – at least part of it – somewhat feels like hers. While she and Zelda are both descendants of Hylia – as am I but that's not important right now – there are slight differences in their magic.
*She hums softly.*
Actually, Zelda barely has a connection to Hylia's magic. It's there, but weak – her light magic comes from her Zonai ancestry...well, I guess our ancestry.
*he tenses slightly. he's going to have alot of questions about this, isn't he* "yes my magic is...strange...I know why but it's not something I like to discuss."
*They're both descendants of Hylia...does that make them family?*
And I won't ask. I just hope you'll stay safe, alright?
How do you like your treat?
*She shifts the conversation a little.*
*he smiles, clearly relieved*
"it's delicious! Better than the chefs at home"
*Ghirahim blinks*
"impossible, but true, it is better"
*He giggles.*
I take a lot of pride in what I cook. Though it is a bit harder to do at the moment, often I have to get my husband to help.
*he perks up slightly* "I can help! I don't really...know much about cooking...im not allowed in the kitchen back home..But I wanna learn!"
*Ghirahim leaves and comes back with a bucket of water for whatever fire comes out of this*
*She laughs.*
Well, if you wish to stay for dinner, you can help me out. Vali won't be home until dinnertime anyway, had an emergency at Rito Village.
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*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*she doesn't understand. There is no quest waiting for Sparrow. No grand adventure.*
*he's getting annoyed. He shouldn't get annoyed at a pregnant woman, it's mean*
"it's scary to think about what's waiting for me, so I'd rather not"
*he quietly eats his food*
*She hums softly.*
I apologize. But, I believe regardless of if there's something waitin' for ya or not, you'll have support.
*He smiles at you.*
I mean, you're here, yeah? It may not be a quest, but it's an adventure, and those are worth somethin'. New people, new friends. Ya don't have t' be alone.
*he freezes for a second. He hadn't thought of that.*
*the cat in his lap meows, as if to say "you found me!"*
"I..guess that's true, I didn't think of it that way. I've never had friends before"
*Ghirahim makes an offended sound*
"what am I then? A worm beneath your feet? You wound me!"
*Sparrow chuckles*
"you're right, you're right. I had you"
Sometimes, it takes an outside perspective.
There's plenty of time to make a ton of friends, too. Ya have Cleo and Ghirahim, but I'm sure that Twig could be one too, once y'all make up. She doesn't have many friends either. She knows how t' be a sister, but she's still figurin' out the friend part.
"yeah...Twig tries to fix everything. I don't like being treated like a project."
*but she did save him*
"maybe once things have calmed down I'll talk to her again"
*Tear sighs.*
She... She doesn't know stability. She's been used as a tool her whole life, it's all she really knows. Now that she's gettin' int' a better situation, she's probably not adjustin' the best, even if she looks like she is.
Spendin' her whole life trainin' t' fight somethin' that could've killed her, and t' protect a princess that struggled t' awaken her powers, bein' told her only worth is whether or not she can do her job as a hero. She's been conditioned t' make herself useful t' people.
I've seen what happens when she's told she can't help or is scolded for tryin' t' help, it effects her greatly and not in a good way.
Of course, ya have yer right t' not want her help, I'm just explainin' how she is, as someone who's similar t' her.
"yeah...I get that, I hope she figures it out, she does seem like a nice friend to have"
*he spent his whole life waiting for something to change, it's not the same, but it's similar*
*She smiles.*
Birdie thinks so, he cares about her a lot.
*he nods*
"I'm glad she has friends"
*he pets the cat calmly, it purrs*
As do I.
If you don't mind me saying this, your magic – at least part of it – somewhat feels like hers. While she and Zelda are both descendants of Hylia – as am I but that's not important right now – there are slight differences in their magic.
*She hums softly.*
Actually, Zelda barely has a connection to Hylia's magic. It's there, but weak – her light magic comes from her Zonai ancestry...well, I guess our ancestry.
*he tenses slightly. he's going to have alot of questions about this, isn't he* "yes my magic is...strange...I know why but it's not something I like to discuss."
*They're both descendants of Hylia...does that make them family?*
And I won't ask. I just hope you'll stay safe, alright?
How do you like your treat?
*She shifts the conversation a little.*
*he smiles, clearly relieved*
"it's delicious! Better than the chefs at home"
*Ghirahim blinks*
"impossible, but true, it is better"
*He giggles.*
I take a lot of pride in what I cook. Though it is a bit harder to do at the moment, often I have to get my husband to help.
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*she doesn't understand. There is no quest waiting for Sparrow. No grand adventure.*
*he's getting annoyed. He shouldn't get annoyed at a pregnant woman, it's mean*
"it's scary to think about what's waiting for me, so I'd rather not"
*he quietly eats his food*
*She hums softly.*
I apologize. But, I believe regardless of if there's something waitin' for ya or not, you'll have support.
*He smiles at you.*
I mean, you're here, yeah? It may not be a quest, but it's an adventure, and those are worth somethin'. New people, new friends. Ya don't have t' be alone.
*he freezes for a second. He hadn't thought of that.*
*the cat in his lap meows, as if to say "you found me!"*
"I..guess that's true, I didn't think of it that way. I've never had friends before"
*Ghirahim makes an offended sound*
"what am I then? A worm beneath your feet? You wound me!"
*Sparrow chuckles*
"you're right, you're right. I had you"
Sometimes, it takes an outside perspective.
There's plenty of time to make a ton of friends, too. Ya have Cleo and Ghirahim, but I'm sure that Twig could be one too, once y'all make up. She doesn't have many friends either. She knows how t' be a sister, but she's still figurin' out the friend part.
"yeah...Twig tries to fix everything. I don't like being treated like a project."
*but she did save him*
"maybe once things have calmed down I'll talk to her again"
*Tear sighs.*
She... She doesn't know stability. She's been used as a tool her whole life, it's all she really knows. Now that she's gettin' int' a better situation, she's probably not adjustin' the best, even if she looks like she is.
Spendin' her whole life trainin' t' fight somethin' that could've killed her, and t' protect a princess that struggled t' awaken her powers, bein' told her only worth is whether or not she can do her job as a hero. She's been conditioned t' make herself useful t' people.
I've seen what happens when she's told she can't help or is scolded for tryin' t' help, it effects her greatly and not in a good way.
Of course, ya have yer right t' not want her help, I'm just explainin' how she is, as someone who's similar t' her.
"yeah...I get that, I hope she figures it out, she does seem like a nice friend to have"
*he spent his whole life waiting for something to change, it's not the same, but it's similar*
*She smiles.*
Birdie thinks so, he cares about her a lot.
*he nods*
"I'm glad she has friends"
*he pets the cat calmly, it purrs*
As do I.
If you don't mind me saying this, your magic – at least part of it – somewhat feels like hers. While she and Zelda are both descendants of Hylia – as am I but that's not important right now – there are slight differences in their magic.
*She hums softly.*
Actually, Zelda barely has a connection to Hylia's magic. It's there, but weak – her light magic comes from her Zonai ancestry...well, I guess our ancestry.
*he tenses slightly. he's going to have alot of questions about this, isn't he* "yes my magic is...strange...I know why but it's not something I like to discuss."
*They're both descendants of Hylia...does that make them family?*
And I won't ask. I just hope you'll stay safe, alright?
How do you like your treat?
*She shifts the conversation a little.*
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*she doesn't understand. There is no quest waiting for Sparrow. No grand adventure.*
*he's getting annoyed. He shouldn't get annoyed at a pregnant woman, it's mean*
"it's scary to think about what's waiting for me, so I'd rather not"
*he quietly eats his food*
*She hums softly.*
I apologize. But, I believe regardless of if there's something waitin' for ya or not, you'll have support.
*He smiles at you.*
I mean, you're here, yeah? It may not be a quest, but it's an adventure, and those are worth somethin'. New people, new friends. Ya don't have t' be alone.
*he freezes for a second. He hadn't thought of that.*
*the cat in his lap meows, as if to say "you found me!"*
"I..guess that's true, I didn't think of it that way. I've never had friends before"
*Ghirahim makes an offended sound*
"what am I then? A worm beneath your feet? You wound me!"
*Sparrow chuckles*
"you're right, you're right. I had you"
Sometimes, it takes an outside perspective.
There's plenty of time to make a ton of friends, too. Ya have Cleo and Ghirahim, but I'm sure that Twig could be one too, once y'all make up. She doesn't have many friends either. She knows how t' be a sister, but she's still figurin' out the friend part.
"yeah...Twig tries to fix everything. I don't like being treated like a project."
*but she did save him*
"maybe once things have calmed down I'll talk to her again"
*Tear sighs.*
She... She doesn't know stability. She's been used as a tool her whole life, it's all she really knows. Now that she's gettin' int' a better situation, she's probably not adjustin' the best, even if she looks like she is.
Spendin' her whole life trainin' t' fight somethin' that could've killed her, and t' protect a princess that struggled t' awaken her powers, bein' told her only worth is whether or not she can do her job as a hero. She's been conditioned t' make herself useful t' people.
I've seen what happens when she's told she can't help or is scolded for tryin' t' help, it effects her greatly and not in a good way.
Of course, ya have yer right t' not want her help, I'm just explainin' how she is, as someone who's similar t' her.
"yeah...I get that, I hope she figures it out, she does seem like a nice friend to have"
*he spent his whole life waiting for something to change, it's not the same, but it's similar*
*She smiles.*
Birdie thinks so, he cares about her a lot.
*he nods*
"I'm glad she has friends"
*he pets the cat calmly, it purrs*
As do I.
If you don't mind me saying this, your magic – at least part of it – somewhat feels like hers. While she and Zelda are both descendants of Hylia – as am I but that's not important right now – there are slight differences in their magic.
*She hums softly.*
Actually, Zelda barely has a connection to Hylia's magic. It's there, but weak – her light magic comes from her Zonai ancestry...well, I guess our ancestry.
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*she doesn't understand. There is no quest waiting for Sparrow. No grand adventure.*
*he's getting annoyed. He shouldn't get annoyed at a pregnant woman, it's mean*
"it's scary to think about what's waiting for me, so I'd rather not"
*he quietly eats his food*
*She hums softly.*
I apologize. But, I believe regardless of if there's something waitin' for ya or not, you'll have support.
*He smiles at you.*
I mean, you're here, yeah? It may not be a quest, but it's an adventure, and those are worth somethin'. New people, new friends. Ya don't have t' be alone.
*he freezes for a second. He hadn't thought of that.*
*the cat in his lap meows, as if to say "you found me!"*
"I..guess that's true, I didn't think of it that way. I've never had friends before"
*Ghirahim makes an offended sound*
"what am I then? A worm beneath your feet? You wound me!"
*Sparrow chuckles*
"you're right, you're right. I had you"
Sometimes, it takes an outside perspective.
There's plenty of time to make a ton of friends, too. Ya have Cleo and Ghirahim, but I'm sure that Twig could be one too, once y'all make up. She doesn't have many friends either. She knows how t' be a sister, but she's still figurin' out the friend part.
"yeah...Twig tries to fix everything. I don't like being treated like a project."
*but she did save him*
"maybe once things have calmed down I'll talk to her again"
*Tear sighs.*
She... She doesn't know stability. She's been used as a tool her whole life, it's all she really knows. Now that she's gettin' int' a better situation, she's probably not adjustin' the best, even if she looks like she is.
Spendin' her whole life trainin' t' fight somethin' that could've killed her, and t' protect a princess that struggled t' awaken her powers, bein' told her only worth is whether or not she can do her job as a hero. She's been conditioned t' make herself useful t' people.
I've seen what happens when she's told she can't help or is scolded for tryin' t' help, it effects her greatly and not in a good way.
Of course, ya have yer right t' not want her help, I'm just explainin' how she is, as someone who's similar t' her.
"yeah...I get that, I hope she figures it out, she does seem like a nice friend to have"
*he spent his whole life waiting for something to change, it's not the same, but it's similar*
*She smiles.*
Birdie thinks so, he cares about her a lot.
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*she doesn't understand. There is no quest waiting for Sparrow. No grand adventure.*
*he's getting annoyed. He shouldn't get annoyed at a pregnant woman, it's mean*
"it's scary to think about what's waiting for me, so I'd rather not"
*he quietly eats his food*
*She hums softly.*
I apologize. But, I believe regardless of if there's something waitin' for ya or not, you'll have support.
*He smiles at you.*
I mean, you're here, yeah? It may not be a quest, but it's an adventure, and those are worth somethin'. New people, new friends. Ya don't have t' be alone.
*he freezes for a second. He hadn't thought of that.*
*the cat in his lap meows, as if to say "you found me!"*
"I..guess that's true, I didn't think of it that way. I've never had friends before"
*Ghirahim makes an offended sound*
"what am I then? A worm beneath your feet? You wound me!"
*Sparrow chuckles*
"you're right, you're right. I had you"
Sometimes, it takes an outside perspective.
There's plenty of time to make a ton of friends, too. Ya have Cleo and Ghirahim, but I'm sure that Twig could be one too, once y'all make up. She doesn't have many friends either. She knows how t' be a sister, but she's still figurin' out the friend part.
"yeah...Twig tries to fix everything. I don't like being treated like a project."
*but she did save him*
"maybe once things have calmed down I'll talk to her again"
*Tear sighs.*
She... She doesn't know stability. She's been used as a tool her whole life, it's all she really knows. Now that she's gettin' int' a better situation, she's probably not adjustin' the best, even if she looks like she is.
Spendin' her whole life trainin' t' fight somethin' that could've killed her, and t' protect a princess that struggled t' awaken her powers, bein' told her only worth is whether or not she can do her job as a hero. She's been conditioned t' make herself useful t' people.
I've seen what happens when she's told she can't help or is scolded for tryin' t' help, it effects her greatly and not in a good way.
Of course, ya have yer right t' not want her help, I'm just explainin' how she is, as someone who's similar t' her.
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*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*she doesn't understand. There is no quest waiting for Sparrow. No grand adventure.*
*he's getting annoyed. He shouldn't get annoyed at a pregnant woman, it's mean*
"it's scary to think about what's waiting for me, so I'd rather not"
*he quietly eats his food*
*She hums softly.*
I apologize. But, I believe regardless of if there's something waitin' for ya or not, you'll have support.
*He smiles at you.*
I mean, you're here, yeah? It may not be a quest, but it's an adventure, and those are worth somethin'. New people, new friends. Ya don't have t' be alone.
*he freezes for a second. He hadn't thought of that.*
*the cat in his lap meows, as if to say "you found me!"*
"I..guess that's true, I didn't think of it that way. I've never had friends before"
*Ghirahim makes an offended sound*
"what am I then? A worm beneath your feet? You wound me!"
*Sparrow chuckles*
"you're right, you're right. I had you"
Sometimes, it takes an outside perspective.
There's plenty of time to make a ton of friends, too. Ya have Cleo and Ghirahim, but I'm sure that Twig could be one too, once y'all make up. She doesn't have many friends either. She knows how t' be a sister, but she's still figurin' out the friend part.
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*she doesn't understand. There is no quest waiting for Sparrow. No grand adventure.*
*he's getting annoyed. He shouldn't get annoyed at a pregnant woman, it's mean*
"it's scary to think about what's waiting for me, so I'd rather not"
*he quietly eats his food*
*She hums softly.*
I apologize. But, I believe regardless of if there's something waitin' for ya or not, you'll have support.
*He smiles at you.*
I mean, you're here, yeah? It may not be a quest, but it's an adventure, and those are worth somethin'. New people, new friends. Ya don't have t' be alone.
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*he looks at Tear. That's not what he means, but he can't really say what he means, can he?*
"I've never been on a quest, or drew the master sword"
*close enough*
Well, seein' as ya have Ghirahim, of course ya don't have the Master Sword.
*She laughs lightly.*
And, well, prior to the Calamity, neither did I. I just pulled the sword, became a knight, protected Zelda up until the Calamity. My quest didn't really start until my 100 year coma.
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
*Sparrow makes a slight face at the mention of the Heroes Spirit*
"believe me, I'm no hero. Just a kid caught up in something much bigger"
*Ghirahim scoffs*
"relax, it would be against the rules that the Little Prince has set for me to harm anyone, and as my wielder I cannot disobey his rules"
*Tear smiles softly, warmly.*
As was I, dear. Most Heroes are. I was twelve when I pulled the Master Sword. Twig was much younger, way too young.
*She nods in understanding.*
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
"oh, congrats!"
*he claps happily*
"I don't know how that happens, but I hope it goes well!"
*Ghirahim hums*
"I suppose it makes sense that the spirit was so protective then, the boy would have crumpled if he saw me. It would have been quite entertaining"
*Sparrow sighs, shaking his head at Ghirahim"
*She giggles.*
Thank you. I hope it goes well as well.
*He shakes his head, giving Ghirahim a look.*
Now, now, you behave. Only reason I didn't turn you away was because I can sense the Hero's Spirit within Sparrow.
*She looks at you.*
Now, I won't ask about this situation between ya and him, nor do ya have to tell me anything 'bout ya that ya don't want t'. We just met, and I don't want t' make ya uncomfortable.
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*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
*Sparrow tilts his head*
"you're with child?"
*Ghirahim nods*
"I am glad he is not present, the small Sky Child's Spirit (Fi) did not react well to me, I had to hide throughout the Little Prices conversation with him"
Yup, and they should be 'ere soon. Within the next couple of weeks, actually.
*He laughs.*
Ya mean Birdie? He's one of my sons – adopted, but still my son. The Ghirahim in his time is the reason for his missing hand, though I made him a prosthetic.
*you step outside for some fresh air and...there is a child in the tree.*
"Cleo Amaryllis Cuckoo Hyrule! Get down from that tree this instant!"
*he's grabbing for a cat. That is a very long name for a cat.*
@SparrowtheLink
*Tear walks over to the tree, looking up as she tilts his head.*
Are ya okay up there, kiddo? Do ya need any help?
@sparrowthelink
*the kid jumps slightly, causing the tree to shake*
"I'm alright ma'am! Sorry for the disturbance, my cat refuses to put her sweater on"
*the cat is a hairless cat, not made for cold weather like around here. The boy is holding a poorly knitted rainbow sweater for it*
Yer alright. Doesn't seem like your cat's interested in the sweater. Give me a moment, I'll be right back.
*She goes back inside and after a few minutes, comes back out with a soft looking blanket.*
It's made with Rito feathers, I have many of these so you can borrow this one.
*She holds her arms out towards the cat.*
Come on, dear. Ya must be cold up there, this blanket will warm ya right back up.
*the cat purrs, hoping down into the blanket and curling up*
*the kid scrambles down, pouting*
"this is favoritism."
"no, Cleo simply has taste"
*there's a man now, your pretty sure he came from the boys sword. Everything about him feels wrong, but the kid doesn't seem to care*
"favouritism I tell you"
*the sword spirit rolls his eyes*
*Tear smiles softly as she gently wraps the blanket around Cleo, humming softly.*
Not favoritism, simply being able t' provide what's needed. That sweater ya have isn't warm enough in it's current state.
*He gives you a warm smile.*
But I can whip up a sweater fer her in just a moment if you'd like t' come inside. I have pastries cooling on the counter if you'd like one.
That include you as well, Ghirahim. Curious how yer here, but that's not important right now.
*the kid glances up at Ghirahim, nervous*
*Ghirahim nods*
"alright...thank you for the help, Cleo seems to like you"
*the cat purrs happily, licking Tear's arm*
Of course. Come on, it's warmer inside.
*She turns and starts heading back inside.*
If ya don't mind me askin', what's yer name, kiddo?
*the kid follows slowly, clearly cautious*
"Link- or..Sparrow, since there's a lot of people called Link around right now"
*Sparrow looks around, despite being smaller, the house feels more comfortable than the palace. Guess that makes sense, the castle always felt isolating*
*She hums as he sets Cleo on the couch, still wrapped up in the blanket.*
It's nice t' meet ya, Sparrow. I'm also Link, but ya can call me Tear.
*She heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard.*
And yer right, there are a lot of Links 'round now, it's a bit hectic now. But it has been since the time rifts opened up again.
*Sparrow nods along, sitting next to the cat, who instantly crawls into his lap. He covers her with the blanket*
"I can't imagine, they didn't open in my era until recently, and even then the portal I went through was opened by someone, it didn't randomly appear like the others"
*Ghirahim remains standing near the couch, watching carefully for any danger*
Hmm...
*He thinks for a moment as he brings you and Ghirahim some delicious looking pastries with wildberries decorating the top.*
Well, the only person I know that can do that is Twig.
What era are ya from?
"yeah, Twig..she's going through some stuff right now so I let her be"
*Ghirahim nods*
"we are from the era of Rest, 1000 years since the upheaval"
I'm not surprised, honestly. She's been through the wringer, and wasn't in the best mind set when she was last here.
*She pauses for a moment.*
A thousand years from now? Interestin', and how did you get there, Ghirahim?
"Yeah...we got into a fight"
*Ghirahim looks away*
"in my timeline I was...gravely injured."
*Sparrow sets his hand on Ghirahim's arm, he can't reach the man's shoulder*
"I awoke in the Little Princes era after he healed me"
Ah, I'm sorry. From what my son says, she's a bit head strong and stubborn. I hope y'all make up.
*She looks at Ghirahim.*
I'm sorry. You're safe here... So long as my sons aren't home, I know how they are about ya. But they're off doin' their own things, so it's just me and my husband, though not for too much longer.
*She slowly sits on the couch, sighing as she rests her hand on her stomach.*
