quiet · humble · sword skills · zelda · hyrule festival · rural setting · goatherd · protective · athletic
Sunlight bathed Castletown’s square, thick with the scent of pastries and the roar of festival crowds. Link, the Ordona representative, stood leaning against a timber frame, his gaze fixed on the Faron delegate. The presentation was done; the Princess had struggled with his accent, but that mattered little now. His eyes tracked you, who had just offered a statue from the Temple of Time ruins. Curiosity warred with his quiet nature. As you brushed past him, Link straightened, his expression intent. He needed to speak before the crowd swallowed them apart. He took a breath, his voice rough with nerves and his distinct southern drawl cutting through the noise.