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A Somber Song Lost In The Wind
I wanted to write something for my role swap, so I spat this out. Enjoy!
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Word Count: 1,050
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The skies above Hyrule were cold.
The cold shock to Zelda's system the first time she left that wonderous island she woke up on had her bundled up before every expedition in the clouds. The Rito's Snowquill bindings helped immensely.
It had always been cold, but a different chill fiercely gripped her, sinking into her bones. She felt an odd sense of comfort when she glided alongside the Wild Dragon. She couldn't put her finger on it, but this creature seemed familiar in ways she couldn't understand at the time.
Now, sitting atop Link, she didn't know what to feel. She was just numb. Numb and cold.
Could Link feel the chill?
She supposed the fur helped.
It was soft under her fingers. Dew drops trapped in the guard hairs protecting a thick undercoat, keeping any cold out. His hair still held its dirty blond color, appearing a shade lighter in the uninhibited sunlight. It was tangled and messy, flying wild in the wind.
It suited him.
She wondered if he could feel her running her hands through his fur. If he could feel her walk along his back as she pulled loose scales and cracked spikes. If he knew she would braid strands of his long hair before she left.
It seemed she wondered a lot of things these days.
The memories he left behind were a great insight into his time during Hyrule's founding. Giving awful context to a mystery she's only just solved.
It's been weeks since she found the last pool. She still felt the shock as if it were yesterday.
She would apologize sometimes.
Whether he heard her or not, she wasn't sure.
There was no recognition in those large, multicolored eyes. None that she could see, at least. Her words were nothing to him now, only getting lost in the wind.
She hoped her company was welcome, a comfort even.
It would be easy to figure out how long he's been flying above Hyrule.
But knowing the exact time would break her heart. Knowing how long he's been alone. How she failed to save him that day under the castle.
She would apologize for that, too.
She'd never stop apologizing for how cruel she's been to her knight.
There was still blood on his forehead. The Master Sword would never harm its handler, but you needed to grind a blade to sharpen it. The pull of the Master Sword was something she would never feel, not the same way Link described, but sitting with him now, she could feel something. A profound, powerful energy. Something she was content to leave a mystery.
She scrolled through the Purah Pad, grazing through the materials until she reached the vegetation. Splash fruit was one of the many new plants that appeared when Link disappeared. Its more cryptic properties were still unknown to Zelda, but it would serve its most primitive purpose beautifully here.
"Sorry." She said, cracking the fruit over his head, splashing fresh water onto his tainted fur.
The injury had healed, she could tell that much, but his fur had become matted and crusted from the lack of care.
The blood washed out smoothly, only fighting her when she reached the clumps that had dried together into a crimson mess. She wished she had a brush, but her fingers combed through just as easily.
Some water dribbled into his eyes. He only blinked it away and continued his silent journey.
The light under his fur flickered between her fingers as she brushed the last of the blood away, pouring the remaining water from the Splash Fruit's shell overtop.
Zelda crawled up his head, gripping firmly onto his hair to fight against the wind's current, looking out across the archipelago. She could see the Wind Temple from here. Bringing memories of her and Tulin's endeavors to the ship. She'd have to tell Link about it when he comes back.
When he comes back. Because she found him.
She moved slowly, gripping one of his horns that crowned his head. The Master Sword pulsed on her back, syncing with the glow of his skin. She would have considered it eerie if it were anybody else. If she still didn't know who the Wild Dragon was.
The dragon's horns were the easiest to chip away. All it took was a simple blade, even dulled, and they would flake off. They couldn't feel it from what Zelda had observed and what Link has told her from his time exploring Hyrule. The same way an elk couldn't feel their horns.
It's disheartening to see the brilliant glow fade. That radiant light dying under her fingers, only preserved in the pieces she took back with her. But she knew it would return. As it always did with any of the great dragon goddesses.
She slid back down when Link hit an arc in his path, sliding as far as she dared down his snout. Feeling his warm breath on her back.
For a moment, she just stared, watching him blink back at her with his absent eyes. The blue had remained, which she was relieved by. Everything else, it appeared, had been swallowed along with the stone.
She hoped he still recognized her. Even if some fleeting memories remained, she hoped they were good.
"Thank you." She said, hoping it could encompass everything. She leaned down, pressing her lips gently to his fur, still wet from her cleaning.
She knew he wouldn't care. She's seen him return to Hateno covered with all kinds of residue from all corners of Hyrule. But seeing it healed, with no evidence of an injury, made her heart lighter. Made it easier to look at him and feel something other than shame or guilt.
The fall was colder, with the wind now hitting her full force. If she redirected now, she could land right in Rito village.
It would be good to stop by. Perhaps Tulin would still be there.
The roost where Vah Medoh once perched was the first thing she hit. Skidding to a stop, pulling against the paraglider as the wind tried to take it away.
Link continued above. She could just about see his silhouette through the oncoming snow clouds to the north.
She smiled, watching him disappear.
"I'll see you soon."
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