#theoracleofseasons

[xkleos-blog]

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[fromthewordimpart-blog]

For the Trivia: I M P A

[Did u just]

[I - Which  Incarnation Link is your Favorite?

Having soft spots for TP!Link since 2006 or whenever the hell that game finally came out. I recall it being pushed back a l o t.

M - Who is your Least Favorite Character?

Ooh, I haven’t sat down and thought about this before. There’s probably some character you had to do a side quest for/mini game for that really aggravated me. Ingo’s a snot. I don’t know what to think of the crystal ball guy from SS. 

But no, I feel like there’s been a side quest character that made me really mad, but I can’t think of whom.

P - Which Zelda Game are you most Excited About?

THE NEW ONE ofc.

A - What was your first Zelda Game?

Ocarina of Time!]

[fromthewordimpart-blog]

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“...Dance with me?”

[xkleos-blog]

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"You're bold, I'll grant you that."

[fromthewordimpart-blog]

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"I'm still learning about you. You appear to enjoy tea."

[jamesrodaline]

5, 9

5. My childhood career choice

I dunno, honestly. I, ah, I just wanted to be rich, I think. Work isn’t really… enjoyable.

I wanted to be a knight! 

9.  Why what I do matters

Wellllll… If nobody took care of the corpses, New Hyrule would be a whole lot smellier… Plus I doubt anyone would wanna see their deceased family member all bloody and nasty before they bury them forever…

'Course, that kinda preservation stuffs costs money— and not many people in the Southern have that… We usually just erm…..

Ah…

I do the dirty work so normal folks don’t have to.

[theclockworkheir]

4, 9

4. One of my insecurities

I’m very short. Or most everyone in the castle is very tall. It’s one or the other.

9. Why what I do matters

I am told that my presence, appearance, and composure inspire hope in our troubled kingdom’s populace. I was taught from a very young age to carefully mind all three.

[clockwork-kafei]

2) Your muse is given a chance to go back in time and re-do one single event.

Kafei crouched behind the base of a tree. His back pressed to it, hidden. His breathing was steady and focused. He had to be silent. He listened closely as someone walked by with loud footsteps. Closing his eyes and biting his lips, Kafei held his fist over his heart tightly. He was in pain, almost grieving. He took another deep breath and peered around the tree. There he saw a boy staring out his window at the local girl. She was chubby and cute, he was lanky tall. He gave her a small half smile and she blushed and waved at him.

Kafei came out from the shadows and walked passed the girl, giving her a soft smile. He took her hand and led her away gently. She was perplexed by his assertiveness and asked him to let her go but he persisted saying that there was something he needed to show her.

There was nothing he really needed to show her. He walked and walked until he started to feel uncomfortable and a bit nauseous. She kept asking him if they were there yet but he found himself unable to answer. He felt as though he were in one of those dreams where as loud as you try to scream your voice fails you. His plan was working.

He instantly started to regret it and turned back. He pulled her back to the spot she once stood and looked back at the window hopefully…. 

He was gone.

Kafei’s breath faltered and he stared at the woman with terrified eyes. She cocked her head and him and raised her hand to his face asking if he was ok… He wasn’t.

Kafei felt his eyes roll back in his head and his whole being disappear. He didn’t exist.

He woke up as a child with red hair and black eyes. His name wasn’t Kafei. He was a nobody. He stared up at the castle and dreamed of what it would be like to be a prince locked high up in the tower and wondered if he had it better off after all.