@soughtsiblings / sukea.
engulfing him in a perennial blue light he cannot comprehend, the sheikah slate brings him southwest – from zora’s domain to kakariko village. his clothes are still heavy with evidence of the wet climate and his most recent battle when he lands, boots squelching as he makes a familiar trek down the hill to the village’s center. armed with fragmented pieces of his lost past, he seeks Impa first.
countless questions, on repeat at the back of his mind since he recovered the first pieces of his fragile memory — and yet words fail him when he finally stands before the elder. his silent presence only earns a quick thanks for his first victory before the chief ushers him out. hurry, save the princess, she urges, insistent. a princess Link still doesn’t remember - but is working himself to the bone trying to reach. even heroes need to breathe, don’t they?
exhausted in a way he knows sleep can’t fix, Link wanders to the goddess’ statue across Impa’s residence, hoping to find answers to questions he can’t ask. a figure approaches him; Link looks up and recognises the face that greets him. Sukea, he recalls. a fellow traveller he’d met days prior, just before he attempted --- and succeeded, even if just barely -- reclaiming Vah Ruta.
“ . . . hello. you’re still here,” he observes, tired. Link rubs at one eye, and his damp gloves smear something dark and dirty across the skin there. “weren’t you . . . leaving when we met?”
