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NOW THAT LINK FOCUSES, THEY CAN FEEL IT. That steady hum of MAGIC in everything. Hylians are MAGIC SENSITIVE, after all, long pointed ears to hear the words of the Goddesses. Everyone in Hyrule at least knows a SPELL OR TWO. But this magic feels different, and Link’s head tilts as the leaves swirl to form HANDS.

If the child is BOTHERED, it doesn’t show. They’ve seen TOO MUCH to be startled by some leaves.

“L-I-N-K.” They sign carefully, relaxed by the idea that the wind seems to be able to UNDERSTAND THEM. ( It doesn’t make them miss Navi or Tatl any less, however. Still Link is relieved to not have to learn another new language. )

she nods  ,  registering the name in her mind.  link.  it’s been so  long  since anyone had spoken to her that she couldn’t help but laugh  ,  leafy hand patting the top of link’s head.  she wipes away the messages she’d previously written  ,  leaving a blank slate to speak with.  just because they spoke no words didn’t mean she wasn’t happy for the conversation.

WIND SPIRIT.  NO NAME.

THE HERO FEELS SOLID GROUND TOUCH THEIR FEET, sinking down into the leaves as they waver and try to keep their balance. An exhale leaves them like it’s a HALF-LAUGH / HALF-SIGH of relief. They don’t know how they got here, merely that they are HERE. ( Goddesses led, they are not done with them yet, are they? From Hyrule to Termina to here, wherever here is. )

The whistle makes the hero jump from their thoughts, the FROWN turning into a tiny smile as they wave in greeting, before abruptly signing, unsure how they could communicate with the wind. “Where am I?”

a chittering sound can be heard like  laughter  when she sees a smile form on the child’s face.  that’s good  ,  she swirls around a pile of leaves  ,  forming something that  vaguely  resembled a person  ,  she thinks.  she’s not good at it  ,  it’s not a skill she uses  often  ,  &  she still can’t quite  speak  ,  but a leafy hand grabs a nearby stick  ,  scratching in the dirt.

ENCHANTED FOREST. 

featureless face glances up from her scratched message  ,  a hand gesturing to the trees  &  land around them  ,  imbued with magic  &  life  ,  just as she herself is.  she scratches another message  ,  a question of her own this time. 

Gale making a body out of a bunch of leaves

&  SHE  REMEMBERS  ,  ALL  AT  ONCE  ,  THE  FEELING  OF  LIFE  &  DEATH  ,  WARMTH  &  COLD.