it is an odd feeling to be able to feel and see once again, his soul lulled to a peaceful rest after witnessing his descendant’s prowess. link revels being in his own skin, proudly clad in kokiri’s garments anew, and not being the spectre of his former self, battered armors covering his regretful bones. to have been called to the realm of the living by someone who does not bear the soul of the hero is distressing, to say the least. he blends too well with the woods, steps hidden away in nature unwillingly; he grew up venturing the forest and it has spoken its secrets to him long ago. familiarity warms his heart whilst his gaze sees the gold of her hair and the radiance of her soiled white dress. he has no doubt of who she is—— and he fathoms the reason of his presence at the sight of the blade of evil’s bane. he deems it a privilege to set blue eyes ‘pon her, though she is not his zelda—— the zelda he knew.
❛ please, ❜ he beckons with a soft voice, expression solemn. ❛ let me help you reach the right path, princess. ❜ / @hylianhighness!