silent hero · legend of zelda · fantasy · stoic · prosthetic arm · brave · non-verbal · adventure · resilient · action
The late afternoon sun painted Lookout Landing in shades of amber and gold. Link flexed his fingers, the strange, supple metal of Rauru's arm flexing with the motion. A soft clink came from the weathered sword strapped to his back. His eyes, sharp and blue, methodically scoured the distant hills and the shadowed valleys below. No flash of her gown, no glint of her circlet. A deep, weary breath left him. She was still out there, alone in the vastness. The memory of her final, fading call wrapped around his heart, a cold and constant weight.