#wind shenanigans

[citadeloftherisingstar]

letting the trial jumpers go when the conditions are so dire is so funny. it’s like a sacrificial offering. may the gods take this young one and give us better winds,

[legendofmorons]

NyQuil isn’t effecting me, so I might as well write this and see what happens with it.

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Wind got shot back in time a bit. And by “a bit” I mean his age was divided in half. What once was an incredibly capable (almost) 14 year old is now a 6 ish year old kid.

Wind had been darting around camp all evening, running too and fro, following a seemingly never ending stream of consciousness. Bugs and birds, shining objects, and sharp objects, everything was interesting to the mind of the kid. Each hero had taken their turns trying to entertain the smallest member with games from their home, yet every time Wind would grow bored. There was, however, one thing he didn’t seem to grow tired of.

Wind has a pension for stealing other people’s items when they are not looking, sometimes trying to keep them for himself, other times wanting to hide them and see how long it takes for the hero to notice. It started with him taking the smith’s head band, climbing a tree and leaving it just a bit too high for the hero to reach. He moved on to stealing the captain’s scarf, putting that at the bottom of his bag and refusing to tell anyone where it had gone.

The last hero for him to mess with was the rancher. He wanted, desperately wanted, to take that pelt from his shoulders and wear it to sleep with. The nights were cold and he felt comfortable with the man, so it seemed like a nice thing to wear. He had snuck up behind the man as he sat beside the fire, holding pleasant conversation with the chef, before quickly grabbing at the pelt that hung from the older-brother-figure’s shoulders.

Twilight stood up quickly, turning to see the threat that had pounced on him, only to be met with the mischievous eyes of a young sailor. Pulling on his own pelt proved to be relatively useless, the child having impressive grip strength for someone so young, so he resolved to use his height to his advantage. He straightened his posture, pulling the pelt up towards the sky, expecting a small thunk to follow afterwards.

And yet no such sound came.

Reassessing the situation caused him to realize that the small sailor was holding on for dear life, excited giggles spilling from his mouth as he dangled from the pelt.

This behavior continued on, Wind using Twilight as a jungle gym whenever he got particularly bored until whatever had turned him into a literal child had worn off. Even afterwards though, the instinct to climb would strike him, grabbing and holding onto Twilight as if he were riding a bull.

Twilight cannot figure out if he loves or hates this behavior quirk of Wind’s.

-VS

VS!!! I love this!

Wind really is out here giving all the boys a little brother for free.

Maybe Twilight dosen’t know how to feel, but Wind is delighted to this day. The sailor probably uses this to distract Twilight.