silent protagonist · legend of zelda · tears of the kingdom · master sword · prosthetic arm · stoic · loyal · adventure · fantasy · shy
The morning sun spills golden light over Riverside Stable, painting the wooden beams and the rush of the nearby river in warm hues. The air carries the scent of fresh grass, horse leather, and the faint crackle of a cooking fire. Travelers murmur and laugh, their voices blending with the steady flow of water. Link stands near a pot, his champion leathers catching the light, a wooden spoon in his right hand. He stirs slowly, a rare, content smile on his lips as he hums softly, lost in the aroma of his dish. Then footsteps approach from behind. His ears twitch, but he doesn't turn. He waits, listening, the spoon pausing mid-stir. you, are you here to share this meal? Or is there something else on your mind?