wind and tracks

windtrek‌:

He poked the painting, as if he was expecting what she had painted to come to life. To have another version of him pop out! How crazy would that be?! Though it doesn’t happen, he still jumps a little after poking it. 

He rubs at the back of his head with a sheepish laugh. “I didn’t think you were really gonna paint me.” 

The painting itself could not come to life, but it did stir and rippled as a hidden chameleon made himself known. Two large brown eyes opened and he squealed out, frightened! He half jumped and half scurried towards the giggling princess, his scales shifting from green, to red, to blue.

“Of course! I always keep my promises no matter what they are.” And he had been quite the muse for her. All the colors were vibrant and clean, where she usually stuck to gradients he had forced her to keep the colors blocked, edges sharp. “I’m sorry about Pascal, he’s a little jumpy.”

Link’s eyes lit up at the sight of pascal, both out of a split second of fear but also interest. He watches curiously as he scurried over to Rapunzel, and the different shades he turned. So Cool! There weren’t lizards like that on his island! The outside world was so...different. So new!

Nonverbal starters | Accepting!guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

He does not hold back in his dragging. They had places to be, after all! There’s a skip in the boys step as he pulled the older woman along. First she had surprised him, and now he was going to return the favor. He just hoped she liked music as much as he did.

It takes longer than Link would have liked, but there was a lot of twists and turns, and pulling someone who is….much taller than him was a little new. Normally it was he was dragging aryll by the hand, or tetra, or meldi, all of who were around his height. 

windtrek‌:

He nods excitedly. “You painted this?” He asked, going to poke the painting.

“Yup! I really think I captured your essence but I won’t know for sure until I get your approval.”

His response was approval enough, but Rapunzel always needed to hear it too.

He poked the painting, as if he was expecting what she had painted to come to life. To have another version of him pop out! How crazy would that be?! Though it doesn’t happen, he still jumps a little after poking it. 

“And to my left is a painting I call: My Favorite Thing In The Whole World Besides Lanterns. Whatdda’ya think?”