@kikker-oma happy 26th (I think?) birthday! You absolutely crushed this year, and I hope you have many, MANY more.
Also this was written hours ago. I just want this to be posted at 12:00am on the dot lol.
Here's some Four-is-related-to-Wind shenanigans. Ft: Genetics!
It was hard to believe the two were related, aside from the whole shield-that-was-passed-through-generations thing. Not a single soul noticed a hint of resemblance, aside from the obvious big eyes and blonde hair.
The Hero of Winds resented it, really. He felt embarrassed, trying to explain that he had family outside of Grandma and Aryll. While he loved them, it was nice having someone that had wisdom, and a connection only a brother could give.
He sees how much he means to Aryll, now.
He fiddled with the bandages wrapped around his hand, the sensitive skin still feeling the sting of alcohol. It was his fault, really, he should have picked up his sword by the hilt, not the blade. Alas, stupidity happens to the best of people.
"Stop playing with that," he jumped at the voice, his body flinching away from the sudden, albeit quiet, noise, "It will heal slower if you do."
"It's fine. I naturally heal fast." He tilted his head to his right shoulder, raising his eyebrows as if to tell the Hero of Minish: I got this.
The smith simply gave a curt smile, "You can thank me for that."
He rolled up his sleeves until they reached slightly above his elbows, and did the same with his pants and knees, "Do you see any scarring?" His eyes did the squinting thing, the look that meant that he already knew the answer to his question.
The sailor huffed, "Well you're short; swords can't reach you down there." There was no malice in his words, but he still earned a playful painful swat from the other.
"Blades aren't the only things that hurt, you know." He rolled his eyes, "Plus, we're almost the same height, so that would go for you too."
The hero stopped protesting, flopping down onto the soft grass, feeling the little points at the end tickle his cheeks, "Fine, you win." He let out a long sigh, "What do you want me to say? Thank you oh so wise, pinnacle of amazingness, stronger than the goddesses themselves, leaving the royal family to their knees greatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreat grandpa?"
The bandana'd hero grinned, "Precisely."
"That would mean you'd be hating a part of yourself!"
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