“Saria told me you should give gifts to people when you want to be nice. Saria’s like my mother. She’s not here any more.” He closes the bottle and stuffs it back into his bag, the clink of jars and various other equipment— his gift went down quite well! That, in and of itself was a surprise. Usually when he pours things on people he gets yelled at. He liked her. She was nice. She hadn’t yelled or hit him like the other adults did when he got in the way.
The little thing given in return elicits a small open-mouthed stare— he doesn’t think he’s ever gotten a gift before that didn’t require some long arduous process (less gifts more bribes for help) or that wasn’t given to shut him up; this is simply a gift. Something pure. Had he not seen her pull it from her hair however he may have worn it as a bracelet, or tied it to the hilt of his sword, but it’s for hair! He must use it. Immediately.
Pulling off his hat and haphazardly dropping it to the floor, the boy pulls his hair out from where it was tucked beneath the large coat draped over himself; it’s long, reaching far below his shoulders, matted with dirt, but despite that he hoists it up between his fingers and ties it up with the blue. It’s messy, bits of hair falling out, the bow barely a bow that he could tie, but he loves it. He gives her a wide, toothy grin.
“I’m going to wear it forever.” He declares— to hell with hats! “I’ll show it to my friends tonight! Oh, but you can’t keep grass forever. That’s sad. I could buy you something from the market. You know they’re selling costumes for the festival. I’ll find you something green. Do you like dresses? I do. I can’t wear them though. They just get torn when I’m fighting stuff. I usually wear pants because it’s cold anyway.”
♫ The first thing Miku noticed is how unclean he was. Matted and tangled blonde hair, discolored in some places due to the earth that had found home in his roots. The second thing she noticed is that he hadn’t put it on right at all; his hair was practically falling out of it! Despite that, it was still admirable. She was honestly surprised he’d been so quick to accept the hair tie; he looked precious.
“Your friends?” She replied. Friends! What good news--- so he wasn’t just in bad company. She had begun worrying, what, seeing the state he was in and the things that had been said. Still, she couldn’t help but feel something. It was a new feeling, she’d guessed, since she wasn’t sure what to call it. The overwhelming sense to be around him! Maybe take care of him? Was there a word for that? She wanted to make all the humans she met smile, but this felt different. Hum.
“Oh, you don’t need to buy me anything! It’s okay, really! I love the grass--- I may not keep it forever but it’s the thought that counts!” She returns the smile almost as wide, a open palm patting the foliage in question. It still sat in her lap, & she knew it’d probably scatter at the next breeze. It was a bit sad, she thought. “I do like dresses! I’m wearing a skirt right now, that’s kind of like a dress!” She paused. “Fighting stuff? Why are you fighting things? Do little hylians like you not have parents? Where did...Saria go?”