#redvirtue

[legendswritten]

@redvirtue

“Link...?”

Hylia peeks in carefully to Link’s bedchambers, tray of food in hand, though she worries she’s intruding- whether it is on the knight’s personal train of thought or attempted rest. She has always been careful with him, for she was forced to imprison him to make him a worthy hero. He is freed now, with the goal to help him heal, further train his abilities, and grant him the divine gifts to ensure his success.

“I... I hope I am not interrupting anything... I just wished to know if you feel any better, compared to the previous night,” she states simply, opening the door further after feeling a bit more comfortable. “As you must surely be taking care to not overeat, I have some pumpkin soup prepared for you.” She places the tray gently on the dresser beside the door before awkwardly returning to the doorway.

Hylia isn’t sure what else to say, or even do, as she aimlessly gazes around the room, a gentle blush on her face. For there is something much more pressing that weighs on the Goddess’s heart. It is the strange feeling inside her chest when she thinks about Link, an emotion she does not understand. Perhaps it is something human, something she might not be meant to feel- but she is drawn to it all the same.

And Link, she hopes, will be the one to teach her its meaning.

[wrathistic]

“ so - you see - “  the being later known as ghirahim cups his hands as if measuring out something. “ Her light is supple, but burning to those of the darkness. I have news that i will not be with Her Grace for much longer, but as a bargaining chip for the demon king.” superstition kept demise’s name out of his mouth for now - speak not of the devil, for he shall appear after all.  “ i do quite enjoy my time here, and regretfully i must leave it. what would you do, if She were to ask of you such a great thing as this?” dark eyes flickered up to meet hopeful blue of the red scarf bearing hero. @redvirtue​ liked the starter call!

[legendbegins]

@redvirtue liked for Robin Hood! Link

  The forest was normally quiet, especially this deep in Faron Woods. The rushing of streams, the chirping of birds, and the occasional wild animal. All in all, it was one of the best places to stay hidden from the Knights of Hylia as long as they stayed on the move.

  On the plus side, it was one of the best places to stage an ambush. 

  His brother preferred the flashier kinds of theft, but Renegade and Orville felt that this way was safer. Sure, nobility and the Church of Hylia brought plenty of knights with them when travelling through these woods- but they weren’t as knowledgeable of this area (and before Link was known as Renegade, he was a knight known for his swordsmanship). It left the knights with the decision to follow the thieves or to continue their transport. 

  Nonetheless, they had to be careful if the Shiekah were to be involved. Having Hylia’s personal guard on their case wouldn’t end well for them.

  (unfortunately, Orville was certain it was a matter of time, and Link agreed)

   As a chilly breeze went by, Renegade pulled his cloak closer to himself as he peered down through the leaves and branches to observe any travelers on the road. Not that he’d ever attack simple travelers (not all bandits followed the ‘steal from the rich and give to the poor’ as his band of thieves does), but he merely wished to keep an eye on things away from camp. See if there were any patrols or any merchants coming through the area. If there were scouts, it would be time to scare the knights back to the nearest outpost (it meant they were getting too close for comfort) and then proceed to speak with Orville about another location to move their camp to. 

  Hm, there appeared to be a new traveler coming down the road.

[hyyrulicn]

@redvirtue​

He’s not gonna post those miniblin memes but he will absolutely yell the lyrics to the song-

[thanatophobix-blog]

@redvirtue liked for a starter:

Well versed in the realm of ghosts, Link shouldn’t have been quite as concerned as he was when he laid eyes on the apparition. Ghosts had talked to him from the other side, namely those of the fallen Champions, and he’d talked back without fear. It was common, so why was he unnerved? Because the ghost looked like him, maybe not exactly, but it was a close enough look between the two that it put him on edge. He hoped that this figure was like all the other ones that he’d encountered, as in, he hoped they could talk. “You aren’t... me, are you?”