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HIS STILL EXPRESSION HIDES THE DEEP APPRECIATION LATER SHOWN IN HIS CONCISE REPLY. For there's a certain nuance in his tone, that makes it require no more than a ❝ Thank you ❞ or gestures to be felt. Though he has no real intention to hold her to her word, especially considering that they had just met each other, that their paths might not remain intertwined beyond that night, and that it wasn't her responsibility but his ❝ She is very important ❞ whether to him personally, for a greater purpose that not many, not even himself, can fully grasp or something else entirely, he doesn't elaborate. Still, the green-dressed hero had unknowingly offered her another clue.
Something he may have realized of if it weren't for the first answer he gets, as the mention of the race makes his eyes open wide ❝ The dragon-kind, you say ? ❞ his mind immediately drifts back to the creature he had saved from being sold in the market. And that all too familiar and painful nostalgia crawls its way back into his heart. As the realization that, no matter if the memory is as vivid as if it had happened yesterday, seven years had actually passed by sinks in. SHARP AND UNDENIABLE. A tight knot forms in his stomach, a lingering discomfort he attempts to shake off with a breath in order to push the past aside and force his attention back to the present.
❝ I know of a dragon, ❞ he begins, form iluminated occasionally by the flickering firelight ❝ but it has been a long time since I last saw it and I cannot say what has been of it ❞ yet something deep down tells him it would be well. Strength and independence are in its nature, and he doubts anyone would dare harm it. The real question is if the little information he has would be useful for her mission. But since she has demonstrated her own good will in helping him, he chooses to share it just in case it proves valuable in accomplishing her goal. After all, it wouldn't be the first time a small lead turned out to be exactly what set someone on the right path.
HONESTY IS MET WITH A NOD, : FURTHER QUERIES BLOSSOM, yet the petals do not flow with the gentle breeze. leave it to another adventurer to understand the power of half - truths. in search of a friend ; while the hero had little to go off on, she does think back upon any sightings of her own made upon her journey, but is left wanting. ... fingers pause their movement of the stick that was twirled in-between, &. she fixes her posture ever so slightly. ❝ i see, ❞ comes the simple response treated warmly by divine tune. genuine smile curls lush lips, ❝ i hope you find them. ❞ A SHORT PAUSE HELD, the crackles of the fire mix with the soft melody the crickets bring underneath this starry sky. ❝ i will keep my eyes open, should i come across more wandering strangers. ❞ this bit embedded with lighthearted humor, considering the two of them fit the description themselves. &. THEN COMES A NAME, ... golden orbs dilate ever so slightly, but soon such look fades into something serene, something warm.
THEN COMES HER TURN TO FEED HIS CURIOSITY, : LUMINOUS GAZE SETTLES UPON THE DANCING FLAMES ONCE MORE. &. while there is security in those half - truths, not a single ounce within golden soul warned of danger. ❝ my name, or my purpose for being here out in the wilderness? ❞ she speaks the query with a mix of softest hum, the tone amused. ... BUT BEFORE HE COULD CLARIFY, SHE CONTINUES ; ❝ i traveled here to speak with the dragon-kind. ❞ while the dragonsong war was put to an end, there were forces at play still that threatened this peace forged. ( the echo, or perhaps her soul on its' own recognizes that ancient aether, radiating of immense power could not be mistaken of. ) the ascians sought to forge war where they could, sow seeds of chaos to bring forth the rejoining. ... she hopes their doings are not tied with this friend he seeks. another pause comes, before she looks at him again, that slight curl upwards returning. ❝ ... as for my name, it is sarastus. ❞ the first light in the darkness.
HIS HAND CURLS INTO A FIST OUT OF IMPOTENCE. He already knew it wouldn't be an easy task to convince them. That he would most likely be refused, as his words would fall on ears too resolute to waver. And yet, knowing did nothing to lessen the sting of it. FOR IT WASN'T AS IF HE HADN'T PROVEN HIMSELF. He had grown; he had fought and overcome many challenges; he bore the blade of legend meant to vanquish evil. . .So why ? Why do they still have to treat him as though he were a clueless, defenseless boy ? It makes his blood boil beneath his skin and he has to tighten his jaw, breath hissing beneath his teeth, in an attempt to keep his emotions in check. But standing there, while they make the decision for him, he finds the silence unbearable ❝ Still. . . ! ❞ the words burst from him in a short-lived protests because, before he can utter another word, the sheikah's voice cuts through the air once more.
For a moment it's able to shut him. It has been a long time since he learned to see beyond their harsh tone, to recognize the worry hidden beneath their bluntness. If all of it was because of the person or the hero, it didn't matter to him. However, he cannot recall a moment where they had ever spoken it so plainly. And that, more than anything, is what only encourages him to continue with his tantrum. Despite their intentions likely being the opposite ❝ That's precisely why I want to go with you ! ❞ he says, refusing to let what may very well be the last opportunity he has before they turn away slip through his fingers ❝ You've always been the one caring for me, the one to be there when I needed it ❞ the quiet figure in the shadows, a steady presence at his side that doesn't leave him alone. Not truly, even if there were things he had to face by himself ❝ let me be the one to help you, if only this once ❞ and there, all the frustration, the stubbornness, the determination he has felt softens, turning into something fragile. A plea.
❝ Fate always finds its way no matter what, right ? ❞ like an immovable force, unshaken by the desires of those caught in its tide. It would not shift, not if they cursed it, not if they clung futilely to the hope that things can be different. Fate offers no escape, no other path but the one that had already been carved long before he had taken his first breath. Creating a story where every role must be played and where he was no exception ❝ Then, if mine is to defeat that man and restore peace, it will happen eventually ❞ be it that very same day, the next one or in a hundred years. If it is meant to be, it would be. Inevitability being a constant looming over those chosen to walk this circle like a curse. The weight of that certainty keeps his voice steady as he holds their gaze, searching for the smallest crack in their resolve ❝ So, do you really think the gods will mind that I accompany a friend along the way ? ❞
❛ why is it safe for you & not for me ? ❜
the eternal balance can only be tipped so far before it gets upset. if the hero is to walk a path of his own choosing, all possible roads need to have been walked at least once by someone else. it is either the shadow themselves or someone else, even one of the kokiri would suffice, but the path needs to be trodden and it needs to be known to the land of hyrule as a possible line from one point to another - a journey can only become one when it has been noted as such, the archivist in them knows it too well. then there is the part of them that has been made to know sorrow intimately, not only experiencing it but also inflicting it upon the malice of this world if only with the fringes of the dark as their witness. there would be no danger in this land they don't know about, which is not something they'd ever say to link directly, so they accept his sulking and swallow it like they swallow everything else he'd throw at them. they'd suffice with his blood too, though they do their most valiant not to; he is just as danger-prone as a fern in a heavy thunder storm.
a katana and smaller knives, foregoing the paper sigils they know impa enjoys to employ when facing possible enemies - there is nothing their hands couldn't do at the end of the day. link may beat them when it came to swordsmanship, as they made sure of early on and his spirit took care of the rest of the day as he would for times to come, but there is no one to rival the sheikah warrior when it came to close range combat, without any weapons, or to simply shroud the world in a dark veil to dispose of whoever may cause harm to the kingdom or the hero. another thing they would not say. instead they turn to link once he finally vocalised what caused his face to suffer such terrible furrowing, and they clasp his shoulder with a sure hand. " because i am older, and i am more experienced, and because you have other tasks to do. not everything can be safe, but one can gamble how ready they are to step out of their own front door, " they do tell him, a round-about way to signal they are aware of his desire to be useful but more aware of caution to not let him be thrown into a potential blunder all because they couldn't keep watchful eyes. that would never happen.
a thin smile, barely there but kind, is etched onto their face. " do you think i'd let you just charge at anything because you think you can? i'd never invite the chance for you to get hurt into my vicinity just to amuse your idleness. " then they pull the black haori from where it is secured over the back of a low chair and put it over their armour, making sure to appear as inconspicuous as they could be. stopping by link's side again, their gaze softens. " next time. this is nothing you should deal with. it is an matter for the sheikah. "
HE RETURNS THE SMILE AND FOLLOWS HER LEAD, TURNING HIS ATTENTION TO HIS PORTION OF THE FOOD. The aroma alone is enough to drown out everything else, however, it's the rich flavor what ends up consuming all of his focus. THAT IS, UNTIL THE QUESTION COMES. It's a natural one, he knows — just a polite way to spark a conversation and learn more about him. Yet, he can't avoid how his muscles tense beneath his skin in response to it. Which makes him have a slightly more serious face when he looks back at her.
❝ Well, ❞ he begins, cleverly using the fact that he still had a bite left of the fish to gain some time to consider his next words. He's already decided she seems like a good person, someone who doesn't deserve deception or cold detachment. But, how much of it would be safe to tell ? He isn't sure, though perhaps there's a middle ground. One that allows him to balance both honesty and discretion in this situation ❝ I'm following the rumor that a friend I'm looking for was seen nearby ❞ a half-told truth. That way, he ensures that the possibility of HER being there wouldn't reach unwanted ears while the other would know enough to understand his intentions.
❝ Oh, and my name is Link by the way ❞ the hero adds, his voice easing back into its more casual tone as he realizes he hadn't properly introduced himself before. With everything that had happened, it had completely slipped his mind. Then, he discreetly wipes at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, just in case any remnants of their meal lingered there. Don't want to look stupid now, do you ? he thinks quietly before asking ❝ What about you ? ❞
THERE IS CERTAIN FIRMNESS TO THE SOFT REQUEST, : ONE SHE CAN RECOGNIZE ALL TOO WELL. perhaps that is why she does not even attempt to utter an argument, or perhaps it is because of the genuine hunger she feels within. ... SO, corners of her lips are tugged upwards ; the sun could very well reside even in that softest of smiles. gloved finger reaches for the skewer, for a moment ethereal eyes focus on it, but as she gently takes hold, her gaze lifts to meet with his own. ... ❝ if you are certain, ❞ AH, ONE MORE WAY OUT GIVEN! though the food is at her grasp, she does not take a bite. but, an answer soon comes ; one that is fair, perhaps given with the knowledge that such a factor would ease some concern. &. if that was the case, he was correct ; something that she confirms with a nod of her head. ❝ thank you. ❞ words of gratitude echo once more, &. then, the skewer is brought to her lips, &. she takes a bite. ( rest now, hero. )
SILENCE FILLS THE AIR, : IF ONE EXCLUDES THE SOFT SOUNDS THE HORSE BESIDE THE CAMP MAKES, ALONG WITH THE CRACKLING FLAMES. another skewer upon her grasp already, though she has eaten slowly. let that speak volumes on how long the silence had stretched. ... but glances has been stolen, once or twice ; not out of suspicion, more out of curiosity. she twirls the stick slowly around &. round between her fingers. ❝ so, ❞ she begins, boldly breaking the silence. ❝ what has brought you out here? ❞ FROM ONE ADVENTURER TO ANOTHER! always eager to hear the tales of others, as she is to share her own.