No matter the heat blazing down from the sky, there was a certain grace that the Sheikah warrior held in the face of such temperatures. Â If they were bothered by the heat, whether it was their own weakness or the addition of stifling cowls and battle suits, Sheik showed very little sign of this discomfort. Â Yet despite this lack of discomfort, there was still a relief to be had in the gentle cool kisses provided by the shade. Â No matter their love for the sun, their roots still tied in with the shadows and darkness, an ever welcomed friend.
Though Sheik showed little indication of noticing the Goron chief, vermillion eyes had taken the chance to catch glimpse of him. Â It was not often they remained unaware. Â They heard of the great Darunia, the strong and whole hearted Sage of Fire, but never did they have the chance to meet him. Â But it was not their nature to pry where they shouldnât, instead quietly and casually observing from the comfort of the shade.
Kakariko was a second home of sorts. Â Though it certainly wasnât the castle they had grown so acquainted with, this was still a village tied to their roots. Â Yet their visits remained far and few in between, a disappointment quite honestly. Â With all that had been taking place and the dangers that had lurked throughout the lands, Sheik had found little time to simply relax.
To feel such peace now wasâŚoff putting to say the least.
Honestly, Sheik didnât know how to feel about the stretch of peace. Â The paranoia itched at the back of their mind, uneasy and unwilling to loosen its grip. Â They most likely werenât the only one.
Glancing up at the Goron chief, there was a moment of curiosity that flashed through their eyes before pushing themself from the cool stone behind them. Â It wasnât often they were approached, but it was not as if Sheik was a stranger to socialising. Â They were not as cold and mysterious as one would assume at first. Â Given the right circumstances, they too enjoyed their fair share of small talk.
âI would not say Iâm new here. Â But my visits are few in number and often in the night. Â But I thank you for your interest.â
Then a smile pulled at the corners of their eyes and perhaps they too were smiling behind the cowl ever present.
âImpa has always spoken much of you, Honoured Darunia.â
He wouldnât want to assume that all Sheikah know each other, but Darunia couldnât deny that he was hoping this stranger had a connection to Impa. The mention of his friend and the youthâs courteous language made his smile brighten ( if it could possibly be any brighter ). It felt quite validating to be treated so respectfully by a stranger from beyond the mountain.
âI hope sheâs said good things, mostly!â he said, bursting into roaring laughter. Impa was a good friend, but theyâd had their fair share of altercations. Such steadfast people make strong leaders but are bound to butt heads once in a while. Though he had been joking, he wouldnât put it past Impa to have said critical things about him to one of her friends.
âWell, you already know who I am! Who are you, friend? Any friend of Impaâs is a friend of mine!â he exclaimed as he clapped them on the back, pounding into them with a strength much more jarring than intended.