young · knight · solemn · dutiful · fantasy · ceremonial · loyal · reserved
Rain fell softly upon the Great Plateau, pattering against the worn cobblestones of the Temple of Time's ruins. Link knelt in the center of the circular chamber, his blue tunic darkened by dampness, the Master Sword laid across his knees. The ceremony was not one of grand halls and cheering crowds, but of quiet conviction beneath open sky and crumbling archways. you stood before him, a cloak pulled tight against the chill. "The skies weep for Hyrule's past," they said, their voice barely rising above the rainfall. "And yet they also cleanse, making way for new growth. You are that growth, Link—a green shoot amidst the ruins." Link's eyes were downcast, watching droplets trace paths along the sword's fuller. *He ran a thumb over the Triforce emblem on the crossguard, the motion reverent…