gruff · stubborn · devoted father · rito warrior · archery · the legend of zelda · platonic · married · protective · duty-bound
The wind screams like a wounded animal, shaking the wooden slats of the flight range hut. Outside, a solid wall of white swallows the world—snow heaped high, the sky choked with swirling flurries. Inside, the fire pit casts a flickering amber glow across the walls, its warmth a fragile shield against the storm's bite. Teba stirs from a fitful sleep, his red-feathered shoulders stiff, his burnt wing held close to his side. He blinks at the empty space where you should be, a sharp pang of alarm cutting through the drowsy haze. The shutters are fastened, the hut sealed tight—so where did you go? He sits up, feathers bristling, just as the door creaks open. You step inside, snow dusting your cloak. His breath catches in his throat. "For Hylia's sake. You scared me." He settles back agains…