#hyliansignlanguage

[nayrusknight]

I like the implication that it’s the paws themselves that allow you to smell flowers differently, rather than having a dog’s sensory perception.

[sheikahshitposting]

@hyliansignlanguage

Sheik stepped back out of the shrine that Link had just completed.  The air was cold and snowy here.  “That should be the end I th--”

In his hand the weapon began to glow and pulse for several beats.  Each prong on it glows a different color and a moment later it shatters.  Sheik has the vague, delirious thought that Zelda was going to be disappointed.

Your trial is only yet begun, that voice echoes around them again, deep and resonating. The divine weapon will lead you.

Sure enough, balls of colored light fly into the sky and shoot off to the horizons.

“Great,”  Sheik said.  “I love it.”

[octorokslaying]

@hyliansignlanguage @nayrusknight

Do not worry overmuch.  He is currently getting drunk with a Gerudo and they are painting one another’s nails bright colors.  He keeps trying to talk me into letting him do my claws.  I’m not sure it’s a good idea, but it is a great deal better than earlier when he refused to move from a perch on my shoulder where he glowered at everyone who tried to speak to me!

Not that I minded actually.  It has been most refreshing to get some time to myself after the last several months!

I miss and love you all greatly!

[malladjustedspirit]

@hyliansignlanguage

The shrine which was once designated Kay Noh after its inhabitant is not called that now. The people who live in or frequent the Gerudo Canyon stable simply call it “the shrine,” or “the stable shrine” if it’s necessary to be more specific. It’s crouched on a ridge nearby, and on rare cloudy nights its orange glow offers some comfort to the permanent residents of the stable. So a few of them are more than a little disconcerted when they notice that most of the lights on the stone shell have turned blue.

The lift doesn’t support Jehona’s nonexistent weight, but she drops with it anyway as it slides smoothly down the tube of solid light and clicks into place on the floor hundreds of feet below the surface. She reaches out a ghostly hand to cautiously touch the barrier that’s thusfar prevented her from entering from anywhere else, and her blue lips break into a beaming grin when she’s able to pass through it as easily as she can any other wall. She zips out of the chamber like a darner to float over Link’s head, hair and gown flowing as though she’s suspended in water.

“This looks like a fairly simple puzzle,” she comments. “I can scope ahead if you’d like some warning about traps or monsters.”

[nayrusknight]

Is it too late for me to give the sword to Link and leave? Apparently one of my ancestors made her living as a pirate. I feel like I’d be good at that.

[nayrusknight]

It occurs to me, probably way too late, that our residence here being common knowledge might actually be a bad thing.

[nayrusknight]

Well.

I’m a little too late, apparently.

[sheikahshitposting]

There are two things that Sheik is well aware of in a slightly self conscious way: He’s dramatic and that at the end of the day he has a well hidden obsession for fine things.  He thinks it’s the left over princess bit of him that Zelda/he never quite got rid of entirely.  It’s a side of him that wants to wear flowing silks and glimmering trinkets.  He rarely indulges in those wants since he’s a working assassin, scout, and fighter.  Sheik’s not even sure what he’d do with the sort of life that gave him all those things, but sometimes he likes to pretend. 

It’s why he has a silk, lotus flower patterned robe squirreled away that only Link and Sidon know about.  It’s why he likes the Zora Kunai with the little sapphires in it. 

He checks the heat of the water once more (perfectly decadent and to his standards) and makes sure his robe is well out of the way.  His hair is already unbraided and down, long, long blond hair licking down to his hips.  He steps into the bath--may as well be a swimming pool to him. Without Sidon taking up most of it it feels like one.  The bottle of wine is within easy reach along with two cups.

For now though, Sheik sinks down into the steaming lightly scented water until he’s up to his nose and most of his hair is floating around him.

Much better.