He was sort of hoping he could get the short version from them, they were on a rather tight time schedule after all, but well…. It was about time Link took a break anyway, he was a bit sick of running around without so much as pausing at any point. As they sat he glanced around before simply sitting cross legged on the ground, not so much trusting the other as trusting his own reflexes in the event of any danger.
Not to mention he couldn’t help but note the other didn’t seem bothered that he was holding their sword.
The goddess huh? He’d always thought stories about the goddess were just that, stories, bedtime tales really, and despite being a well held belief in Hyrule the goddess was more of a symbol. And that had him going on another thought, or at least, he was starting to when Midna popped up, the twili’s shadowy form popping up and her arm’s crossing. “What’s taking you so-” she seemed to have caught sight of the sword spirit, looking at the other mistrustfully.
“Who’s this?” suspicion practically laced her tone and when her glare turned to Link he threw up his hands in a helpless ‘I dont know’ gesture, quickly signing to the twili that the man had come from the sword.
It could have been worse though, because Midna didn’t seem upset so much as confused and was peering at the sword like it was some brand new artifact, much like the stolen fused shadows.
“odd…there’s supposed to be a sword spirit but you,” she pointed at the diamond wearing spirit, “aren’t really what I was expecting.”
As the green clad boy sat across from him, (apparently ready to listen to him explain his reasons for being in a forest further) he realized he hadn’t gotten a good look at his savior of the sword just yet. Memories came flooding back to him in a hurry of the only one- the servant of the goddess- who had even dared to challenge him, and defeated him as well, but that was another subject he could muse over for another time.
The same blue eyes, silent facade, and blond locks were eye catching, and hard to tell apart from the one in the past. He would have actually started a series of questions if it hadn’t been for the lyrical sounding voice that sounded from out of nowhere seemingly.
All he could see was a silhouette of shadow, but his attention was gained nonetheless. ‘Such a strange traveling companion.’ He thought to himself, but quickly narrowed his eyes at the pointing in his own direction.
‘Hasn’t anyone ever told them it was rude to point? At least I think they are…’ He was holding back, and trying to contest the sass that was thrown at him.
“And just what were you really expecting?” He quizzed just as sassy as the one who was remarking on him being the spirit of the blade. “And do you really think you have any right to judge me?” A hand went up towards his chest as if in defense, fingers spread out against the expanse of it.
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