[The tree is becoming Link's favorite place to spend his free time. He still tries to avoid having too much of it. Even after spending over a month on the Moira, it still makes him feel...
... wrong. Like it's time he's wasting. Time he's losing. More time he can't get back.
Still, he's been... trying. People have said to him, more than once, now, that kids should stay kids as long as they can. Link doesn't know if he's still a kid any more, really, not after everything that's happened. But when he hears them say that, and he stops to really think about it, then, he...
Now, go home, Link! Regain your lost time! Home... Where you are supposed to be... the way you are supposed to be...
It's what Zelda wanted for him, isn't it?
He's trying.
The tree makes him feel closer to home. Wherever "home" might be. But it brings those feelings up in his chest, warm and snug. He hasn't found the strength to ask other people if they'll play with him, yet, but he sits under the tree and... tries to play. Sometimes, he brings the paper and the coloring sticks called "crayons" he's scrounged up and draws pictures like he used to with berry paints or etchings on the trees in the Kokiri Forest. Sometimes, he leaves them in his room and only comes with his ocarina.
So, today, when a man marches right up to the tree with purpose, Link is there. He's tucked up along the side of it, settled down among the roots, etching a little fairy on the Hero's Bow. Link looks up at the sound of the footsteps, watches the man swing his guitar back, and he instinctively braces for the impact.
... but... it doesn't come. Instead, he starts... holding on to it like it's -- like Link would hold on to the fairy ocarina, sometimes, when things got too hard, and he wanted nothing more but to crawl back to his tree house and curl up in the bed that felt too small to him now.
Link starts to feel like he shouldn't have seen that. But... At the same time, the weight on that man's shoulders... Link's fingers start tapping out the fingerings to the Song of Healing on the bow.
After a moment, Link puts the bow away and gets to his feet. He steps over the roots to the front of the tree, where the man is sitting. He's holding the Ocarina of Time in his hands, fingers rubbing over the tone holes. He sits down next to the man and looks up at him for a second, but then he lifts the ocarina to his mouth. He inhales, and starts to play.]
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... wrong. Like it's time he's wasting. Time he's losing. More time he can't get back.
Still, he's been... trying. People have said to him, more than once, now, that kids should stay kids as long as they can. Link doesn't know if he's still a kid any more, really, not after everything that's happened. But when he hears them say that, and he stops to really think about it, then, he...
Now, go home, Link! Regain your lost time! Home... Where you are supposed to be... the way you are supposed to be...
It's what Zelda wanted for him, isn't it?
He's trying.
The tree makes him feel closer to home. Wherever "home" might be. But it brings those feelings up in his chest, warm and snug. He hasn't found the strength to ask other people if they'll play with him, yet, but he sits under the tree and... tries to play. Sometimes, he brings the paper and the coloring sticks called "crayons" he's scrounged up and draws pictures like he used to with berry paints or etchings on the trees in the Kokiri Forest. Sometimes, he leaves them in his room and only comes with his ocarina.
So, today, when a man marches right up to the tree with purpose, Link is there. He's tucked up along the side of it, settled down among the roots, etching a little fairy on the Hero's Bow. Link looks up at the sound of the footsteps, watches the man swing his guitar back, and he instinctively braces for the impact.
... but... it doesn't come. Instead, he starts... holding on to it like it's -- like Link would hold on to the fairy ocarina, sometimes, when things got too hard, and he wanted nothing more but to crawl back to his tree house and curl up in the bed that felt too small to him now.
Link starts to feel like he shouldn't have seen that. But... At the same time, the weight on that man's shoulders... Link's fingers start tapping out the fingerings to the Song of Healing on the bow.
After a moment, Link puts the bow away and gets to his feet. He steps over the roots to the front of the tree, where the man is sitting. He's holding the Ocarina of Time in his hands, fingers rubbing over the tone holes. He sits down next to the man and looks up at him for a second, but then he lifts the ocarina to his mouth. He inhales, and starts to play.]