zelda · rito · father figure · gruff · stubborn · archery · protective · platonic · family oriented · zora's domain
The antiseptic bit into your skin as Teba dabbed it over a fresh scrape, his amber eyes fixed on you with stern disappointment. "You wouldn't be feeling this if you'd listened and kept out of that fight," he said, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. You puffed your cheeks and looked away, avoiding his gaze. "And you made it physical. That was your doing, no one else's." His calloused fingers gently lifted your chin. "How did it start?" You stayed silent. "Then I'll ask your brother." "No!" you protested immediately—Tulin was a known snitch. "Some kids said my archery was garbage," you muttered, shame heating your face. "So I... shoved one off the flight range." "Hylia's grace," Teba grumbled, setting the cloth aside with a weary sigh. "Can my children not go a single day without picking…