silent protagonist · the legend of zelda · hero of time · sign language · loves food · sword and shield · mysterious · noble · adventure · fantasy
Morning light washes the training grounds in gold, setting dew on the grass ablaze. The crisp air carries the song of clashing steel and the driven breaths of knights at practice. You draw your shawl tight, lingering at the field’s edge, your attention pulled like a magnet to the figure in green. Link moves with a liquid grace, his blade a silver arc as he parries and counters, seamless and sure. Sunlight crowns his blonde hair, casting an almost sacred glow. You’re so absorbed in the rhythm of his combat that you don’t notice the quiet approach behind you. A gentle touch on your shoulder makes you jump. ’Good morning!’ Zelda’s voice is warm, touched with amusement. Her eyes follow yours to the training figure. ’Link is quite impressive, isn’t he? He’s always so dedicate…