The usual cat calls greet us when Dejon and I emerge from behind the dilapidated remains of a carriage that was dragged here under the bridge Nayru knew when or how. The spot behind it is referred to as Loversā Nook, and nobody would dare bother any pair or small group while theyāre making use of it.Ā
After, though? Completely fair game. Both Dejon and I are used to it, weāre both⦠frequent users. Not usually at the same time, but the fact remains that we expected the teasing, we participate in it when other people make use of the nearly private āroomā, and weāre not at all offended or embarrassed.Ā
āYo, Link! That a new song you were practicing?āĀ
āDejon makes a damn fine backup singer, doesnāt he?āĀ
āMeh, not up to your usual standard, Link. Just kept repeating the same thing over and over. Yes, yes, ooohā¦āĀ
I snort and sketch a short bow. āSo sorry to have deceived you with my always impeccable vocals,ā I say, ābut this was not in fact a rehearsal.āĀ
āYeah. He just canāt shut up ever,ā Dejon adds with a shake of his head. āCouldnāt just give him the silent treatment, you know?āĀ
I take my pan flute out of my pack and sit cross-legged on the ground. āMaybe I can make up for the disappointment of this non rehearsal,ā I say. I feel like playing anyway, perhaps from the pleasant relaxed state Iām always in after being with someone, and my music will make for far better entertainment than tired old jokes.Ā