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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.