He'd been running for what felt like a life time. Feet clad in uniformed boots carried the weight of a task he didn't want, a charge he'd sooner drop in favor of spending mornings still tucked away in the sanctuary of his bed. The gap between the two of them grew larger with every passing second, his fingers unable to reach out and hold onto the one sure truth he knew in this strange and mixed up world. The cascade of gold and autumn wound amongst shades of green and pink seemed blurry as he was losing focus on her as she kept running further ahead, leaving him behind and keeping him in solitude when the thing he wanted most was to know that her warm smile was still there.
Link can hear nothing but the sound of his feet hitting what sounds like the tune of his future, a long and lonely path that will forever see him running towards the unobtainable company of his childhood friend. Before he can even realize it, the ground beneath him begins to break away, like brittle leaves crumbling under his weight. Arms struggle to reach, trying to pluck whatever edge they can hold onto to not lose sight of his love; the promise he'd made and the quest he had been given.
Weightlessness surrounds him in the darkness of the dream, the footsteps long passing their echo to the unknown as the voice of Zelda rings inside his head. It's as if he's drowning in the reality of knowing that he'll never be able to be the man she wants, the hero his people needs, the friend he wants to be..
"Wake up.."
It stirs something inside of the pit of his stomach, churning his heft of worry like rocks which further weigh down his doubt and dread.
"Wake up, dupo!"
When the light first enters his eyes, it feels to him as if he's been trapped in some horrific coma, waking for the first time and unable to control the muscles in his limbs. The voice sounded soft and reminiscent of the friend he had been searching for, but from his perspective it seemed to be coming from some fluttering blur hanging above his prone body.
"Hey! You okay, dupo? Who's this "Zelda", huh?"
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Anytime/Anywhere: During the Festivities
When he finally had his bearings in order, Link had taken to the crowded streets about the city in hopes of seeing if he might not be the only one from Skyloft who had been brought here. It does take some effort trying to get any sort of straight answer from the many denizens, considering they mostly keep to praising him and labeling him a hero as if they knew the world he'd come from. Still, he keeps the pressure on, almost shouting as he tries to speak above the crowds.
"H-Hey! Listen! Can anyone tell me if they've seen a young woman with blonde hair, with tails tied in front of her ears and a tail at the middle of her back? She's got pointed ears, and deep, blue eyes! Please, has anyone seen her?"
The Plunge
He'd been running for what felt like a life time. Feet clad in uniformed boots carried the weight of a task he didn't want, a charge he'd sooner drop in favor of spending mornings still tucked away in the sanctuary of his bed. The gap between the two of them grew larger with every passing second, his fingers unable to reach out and hold onto the one sure truth he knew in this strange and mixed up world. The cascade of gold and autumn wound amongst shades of green and pink seemed blurry as he was losing focus on her as she kept running further ahead, leaving him behind and keeping him in solitude when the thing he wanted most was to know that her warm smile was still there.
Link can hear nothing but the sound of his feet hitting what sounds like the tune of his future, a long and lonely path that will forever see him running towards the unobtainable company of his childhood friend. Before he can even realize it, the ground beneath him begins to break away, like brittle leaves crumbling under his weight. Arms struggle to reach, trying to pluck whatever edge they can hold onto to not lose sight of his love; the promise he'd made and the quest he had been given.
Weightlessness surrounds him in the darkness of the dream, the footsteps long passing their echo to the unknown as the voice of Zelda rings inside his head. It's as if he's drowning in the reality of knowing that he'll never be able to be the man she wants, the hero his people needs, the friend he wants to be..
"Wake up.."
It stirs something inside of the pit of his stomach, churning his heft of worry like rocks which further weigh down his doubt and dread.
"Wake up, dupo!"
When the light first enters his eyes, it feels to him as if he's been trapped in some horrific coma, waking for the first time and unable to control the muscles in his limbs. The voice sounded soft and reminiscent of the friend he had been searching for, but from his perspective it seemed to be coming from some fluttering blur hanging above his prone body.
"Hey! You okay, dupo? Who's this "Zelda", huh?"
- - - - - - -
Anytime/Anywhere: During the Festivities
When he finally had his bearings in order, Link had taken to the crowded streets about the city in hopes of seeing if he might not be the only one from Skyloft who had been brought here. It does take some effort trying to get any sort of straight answer from the many denizens, considering they mostly keep to praising him and labeling him a hero as if they knew the world he'd come from. Still, he keeps the pressure on, almost shouting as he tries to speak above the crowds.
"H-Hey! Listen! Can anyone tell me if they've seen a young woman with blonde hair, with tails tied in front of her ears and a tail at the middle of her back? She's got pointed ears, and deep, blue eyes! Please, has anyone seen her?"