"Not sure where you left me, Hope."
She musters softly, holding an eased, militant stance as she comes to a stop in the middle
of the lessening crowd. There were things in this terrain she did not know of so precisely and
it provoked an unusual discontentment————normally, she had no issues upon traveling to
a foreign town. Perhaps the weight of knowing the earth was facing it’s end in only a few days
fed the pressure in being tasked with assembling as many souls as she could before that
demise swallowed them whole. The anxiety that had first gone missing upon her awakening
seemed to take subtle jabs at the curve of her ribs as it breathed new life.
(She wonders if she’ll ever know the true extent of emotional pain again. God had
stripped her of everything——what was left?)
"Start small, Light." The soldier hears her comrade commute from the loftiness of the
Ark. So, she began to cleave each possible person she could approach from the crowd.
Expression dim, she stood out like a sore thumb compared to the residents of this grimly
colored town (her garb didn’t exactly scream military, it was something divine). "I’m running
out of options, Hope. There aren’t many people here to begin with.” Frustration weds itself
in the resonance of her once monotonous voice, shuffling her feet in a complete circle,
issuing a quick exhale. "Maybe I should just go back to Luxerion and start from——….”
"Light? You there? What is it?"
Nautical blues fixate on the man clad in green, sheltered by the shadows with what
looked like a spark of light sitting idly near his shoulder. He seized her attention, and the
apprehensive front he had only drew her in closer. "I think I’ve found our start, Hope."
A satisfied half-smirk split an ivory veneer, tuning out the consistent questioning Hope
shouted over their receivers as she approached the outsider————slowly, smoothly,
as to not alarm him. "Hey, kid. You from around here?"
For as long as he'd been within the discomforting cradle of this place not once had a single being uttered a word to him, perhaps to Link's own fortune. Unsure he even wanted to converse with people who were so clearly different than himself or his ethereal companion (Their ears, he thought. Their ears are round.), the Hylian had been rather content in remaining momentarily unseen and somewhat safe behind the wall he'd deemed adequate shelter. Yet apparently it was not a safe place to hide at all as a near monotonous call eased his way via yet another unrecognisable face.
And perhaps it was no surprise that Navi would immediately dart into her own hiding place, of which was the innards of the long cap he donned.
Sufficiently left alone to deal with the unknown woman (who incidentally wore even stranger garments than the others of this realm), Link instantly straightened from his slightly reclined posture against the wall he stood beside; previously lowered ears perked in attention and gaze understandably weary.
Maybe---- maybe this would be fine.
After all, perhaps the Master Sword was all the comfort he needed; especially since the womans own weapon was instantly noted by attentive azures.
Link couldn't help but wonder if his nervousness was audible within the careful tenor of his voice.
But-- please leave me be.
I mean no harm to this place, I assure you.❞
He did not wish to risk a battle of any sort-- not when he was in such a disadvantage as this.
He was just a boy.
A boy with purpose.
He could not die here.
He could not fail his task---
not when it still hung in the balance.
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