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Wings were a curse.
At Least that was Link opinion.
Being in the military since you were young wasn’t a particularly healthy state to grow up in, wearing armor, clashing swords before you’ve fully hit puberty was certainly a bad way to grow up, again, in Link's opinion.
Fighting against enemies twice his size and fighting with people twice his size was also a big concern for him. Even now he saw himself in wind, a kid fighting with people who were double his age, his size… his experience. He felt it all, and then some.
Link didn’t particularly enjoy living in the castle all his life, with his adoptive mother Rylyn being part of the more higher ranked individuals in his society, he spent a lot of time in the royal court rather then with other kids his age. He remembered watching the kids play ball as he was stuck inside the royal court, dealing with drunk ladies flirting with him because he was so mature for his age.
He remembered his mothers best friend twirling him around when he had said hello, nearly kissing him if he hadn’t claimed he needed to attend to some guard duties. He remembered throwing up later that night, scrubbing himself clean from the hands that had her grabbed at his arms and chest, feeling him up because he was so strong. At Least that was what they claimed.
He hated those touches that they drunkenly gave him, hands rubbing through his hair because it was so soft. They talked dirty about him, because he wouldn’t understand, because he was so pure.
But he wasn’t pure. Link grew up in the military, if anything, they were more pure then he was. Link didn't hold that purity that they wished he did, that they clung to the falsity of.
But that wasn’t the worst of it, why would that be it?
What was it that was by far the worst? Being forced into a wing binder, that was the worst.
His armor wasn’t made for wings, and according to the higher ups, they didn’t want him to have the wings, thinking of him as better then others because of his wings was something he would never do, but it was something they were convinced he would do. So he bound them. The small wings hidden from the age of three on, not just by the army, but by his mother herself. Rylyn didn’t think they were perfect. Nor did she think they were perfect. So they were hidden.
Hidden away in a binder made perfectly for him, perfect measurements and perfect leather, unscathed and perfect as all things had to be.
The wings at his ears were a problem for his mother, they were imperfect. They lessened his appearance in her eyes, made him less then perfect. Nevermind that he was able to make fire, an ability he learned later in life out of pure accident. He didn’t tell Rylyn about that one, that was something only Link and the soldiers who witnessed it were able to know.
So here he was, twenty one years of age. He sat at his desk that resided in the barraks, paperwork piled up on his desk that he had ‘forgot’ to do. An already large pile of ashes piled up in his trash, papers he burned from his own anger at the stupidity of their requests.
‘ Make sure my little Andre has his little stuffy wuffy. He can’t sleep without it!’ Was his all time favorite at the moment, hung up beside his desk for the sheer insanity of it. Poor Andre had been made fun of for months because of his stuffy wuffy. Only when Link called out the soldiers doing it and commanded them to stop did they finally stop.
Others asked whether their sons were doing ok.
He never had the heart to be the one to write home about thier kid never coming home. He put that burden on others that worked along side him, it was their burden, not Link.
One particular letter that day talked about how their kid hadn’t sent any letters, despite the war being over the kid must have still been enlisted in the guard, if he even made it to that point. Link set the letter to the side, making a mental note to bring it up with his commander next time they spoke.
His wings limply hung behind him, he had taken them out to give them some room to breath while he worked. Pain radiates from the two appendages from their lack of movement for all too long. The wings that once glowed now had a dindgy look to them, ratted and dirty from lack of care. His shirt had been hand sewn by himself, well atleast the part for his wings had been. It was one of his casual shirts, one only worn when he dealt with paperwork and when he was alone. The shirt had two rather uneven holes in the back that he had stitched around the edge to prevent fraying. (It was futile of course, the ends still frayed and showed use through all its seems.)
A weak light from a lantern next to him lit up his desk and office, it was a small room, but was big enough for him to have all the stuff he could need. Records, books, a place to practice if he really wanted. It had it all. (Even a bed that he had installed in his wall, just for those late nights that he didn't feel like moving further then a foot after working for hours.)
Link sighed loudly, stretching his wings as much as he could without the pain furthering in his body. It had been way too long of a day. The wing binder he wore was tossed haphazardly off to the side, blood speckling the inside from where he had moved wrong earlier, tearing a primary feather out. He had barely managed to bite back a cry of pain during the meeting with all the nobles earlier, Zelda had noticed his pain, pulling him aside to question him.
‘ Just moved wrong.’ is what he had said, and she believed it. Zelda had pat him on the back, again he barely suppressed a yelp in pain, sending him off to chat with others before she started her speech.
The feather he had lost earlier laid pathetically on his desk, blood still along the end of the primary feather. The worst part was that primaries were generally very difficult to lose, they were embedded in bone, and hurt like hell to get pulled out, speaking from experience of course.
A loud knock sounded out from his door, a rattling sound that implied a cart for food was nearby, most likely the tea he had asked for nearly half an hour before. Apparently the kitchen was backed up just then.
“One second Mindy. ” He called out, Mindy was a sweet girl who would guide any visitors to his office, a secretary of a sort. The timid voice of mindy was heard from the hall alongside two more gruff voices, guards? He thought mildly, picking his binder off the ground and shoving it under his desk. He lowered his wings in such a way that was impossible to see from in front of the desk, the uncomfortable feeling gracing over him once more.
“ Sir there's many people here for you! Should i send them all in at once?” Warriors sighed, a dispute between soldiers then? No tea would be coming his way for a while it seemed.
“Yes whatever works best for them, Remind the solders to leave their weapons at the door? We don't want another fight in here do we?” he heard the sound of mindy squeaking in embarrassment, the young girl pushed open the doors, revealing two guards beside Mindy, along with five men ranging in ages behind them.
“New… recruits?” He guessed, interlacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. “Why would you bring them to me? Thats Charles job, not mine.” The first Guard sighed.
“These men requested to see you? ” Tom was his name, mid thirties as far as warriors could remember, married to the bitchiest woman in town. She was known to scream at anyone who got remotely close to her husband, seeing it as a threat to their marriage or something. Not to say tom wasnt perfect himself, he also had an attitude problem when it came to people being close with his wife, it was like a match made in heaven if you asked Link.
“Wonderful, you three may leave so I can talk with them. Thank you very much.” the three gave another glance at him before leaving, the group of five left shuffling awkwardly at the entrance to his office. “You guys can come closer you know. I don’t bite.”
“You are Link correct? hero of Hyrule?” One of them asked, he had a pelt around his shoulders and tattoos lining his face. His tunic was torn slightly around his shoulders, looking as if it was recently hit through by an arrow.
“Of this era of Hyrule, yes.” Link confirmed, looking over at one of the people in the back. The man had red and white wings that hugged tightly to his back, as if trying to make them less noticeable. “You have the master sword I see? listen the War of Ages happened three years ago so your all a little late to the party—“
“We’re not here for the… war of ages? But yes, we are links from the past. And possibly future, not quite sure of that yet.” The winged Link stated, bowing his head in respect of warriors.
“Ah, wonderful. What crisis is happening in my era that Hylia sent you all once again?” Link asked curiously, peering at the two shorters of the group, one had a wide eyed expression, staring at warriors in excitement. A familiar expression on his face as the blue shirted boy practically vibrates in excitement.
“ Link! Holy Hylia your actually coming with us.” Toon link, his mind supplied, the sea monster ran away from the group, dodging their attempts to grab him back. Toon tackled Link with a large hug, grabbing him tightly with his webbed hands.
“Welcome back Toon, it’s great to see you.” He hugged the boy back, not minding the way toons hands dug into his back, just around where he had lost a primary. “Sorry for those formalities, have to stay professional for visitors or whatever. But yes, I’m the link of this era, hope the trip hasn’t been to difficult to find me.”
“Ah of course not captain. ” The eldest of the group said, a scar crossing over his eye just stopping before the face tattoos he had. A far to familiar set of tattoos lit up his face, his eyes held the same color and exhaustion that he remembered from the young child he had called mask.
“Seems it’s been more then three years for you Mask.” Link observed, toon still clinging onto him as he stood up, supporting Toon in his arms as if he was a child, which objectively he was. “Have you been well?”
“Very well yes.” Mask snorted at Links usage of more formal language. “Finally got some peace.”
“Wish I could say the same here, still not due to retire for another four years.” Link sighed, moving around the desk with Toon still in his arms. “Just can’t have enough of me I guess.” He flipped his hair in a show of mock extravagance.
“Apparently not.” Mask agreed. “This here is Twilight,” mask gestured to the pelted man. Who gave a wave in return. “This here is four.” Four smiled at him with observing eyes, swirling from purple to green, to red then blue before returning to purple once again.
“And your friend in the back?” Warriors set Toon down, leaning against the front of his desk, his tattered wings resting along his desk.
“That’s sky, in the group toon goes by Wind, and myself Time.” Link raised an eyebrow at him, curiously peering at him. “We didn’t… choose the names. It’s our hero names aparently, atleast according to the Sword.” Warriors peered at sky as he pulled out the master sword as if to prove it was real.
“Nice to meet you all, and see you again. I can call and get us tea if you all would like to sit down and chat. Probably can get Mindy to get us more chairs.” He staired at the two chairs that sat opposite to his desk. “It will only be a moment, I’ll be back in just a minute.” He made his way to the door, the group parting way for him as he called out for mindy.
“ Yes sir?”
“Link, please mindy we have been over this. Call me Link. But we were hoping for three more chairs? And some tea? Hopefully it won’t arrive in an hour this time?” Mindy grimaced but nodded. Link shut the door quickly after she scrambled away. Turning to face the other links from the past. “I tried getting tea earlier so I wouldn’t fall asleep doing paperwork again but I guess the kitchen fell asleep making my tea.” He shrugged, sitting back at his desk and settling his wings into a more comfortable position. He peered at sky who’s eyes glowed with excitement.
“Your an avian too?” Sky said with barely contained excitement, eyes shimmering in the dim light as he looked at Link curiously. Link made a so so gesture with his hand.
“To an extent yes, I think our species are related.” Flicking a finger at the nearly dead flame in front of him, the flame burst to life with sudden renewal, brightening up the room once more as he pointed at the group, candles lighting above them with furious flames.
“ That’s so cool!” The quiet one, four, exclaimed, eyes shifting to purple once more form their red tone previously. “How does it work? Is it related to the glow of your wings? How—“ Twilight gently rested his hand along fours shoulders, whispering something in their ear before they stopped talking.
“It’s fine,” he gently lit a fire along his finger, watching it dance with modest interest. “We aren’t sure what caused me to be a Phoenix, but it happened. I can start little fires like this if I wanted, not much more unfortunately. But it does save time on lighting candles.” He put out the light, flicking his wrist back as he examined the group curiously.
“ Sir your tea and chairs are ready! ” A voice came through the door, high pitched and nervous.
“Mindy no need to ask, come on in.” Link called back, sky opened the door behind him for the little girl, she dragged in cart with tea along the top, three chairs sat in the hallway unattended to as she rolled the set in front of links desk. Twilight walked behind her, holding the three chairs as if they weighed nothing more then a sack of potato’s.
“Oh thank you so much, you really didn’t have to..” she blushed lightly as pink spilled on her cheeks. “I’ll be going now, please let me know if you need anything more.” She shut the door quickly behind her, a quiet sound of giggling behind her as she left.
“She’s very… interesting.” Time offered, taking a seat in front of Links desk. “Very friendly.”
“She’s shy.” Link stated. “Very sweet but the most shy person you will ever meet.” A screech of the chairs being dragged along the floors as the group moved to be in a more comfortable spot. “So, Hylia. She sent you all for what reason?”
“Were on a mission to stop black blooded monsters that have been appearing throughout time, So far it’s five of us links but I’m assuming your our sixth member.” Time explained, blowing on the tea softly. link took a sip of the tea, ignoring the burning hot liquid that would usually burn someone’s mouth. Thankfully his mouth remained unburned.
“So I’ll have to put in all my vacation time is what I’m hearing.” Link concluded.
“And then some.” Time agreed gravely. “We don’t know how long this will last. It’s been about four weeks since we started, Wind was the last one we picked up.” Wind smiled brightly at him.
“Great. I’ll get packing.”
“Your just.. ok with it.” Twilight said cautiously.
“I will be honest here, I’ve seen weirder.” Link shrugged. Wind whined next to him in pain as he tried the tea, burning his mouth instantly. “Plus I’ve met ma— Time and Wind before, I trust them not to lie to me.”
“Well that was easy.” Twilight sighed, sitting back in his chair. The small tea cup looked unnatural in his large hands.
“Link do you mind if I…” sky held out the master sword once again, “just touch the blade if you don’t mind.” Link obliged, placing a careful hand on the blade.
“Welcome hero of Warriors.”
—
“So your an avian as well, or an equivalent of it right?” Sky asked Wars, sitting on his bed with tired eyes watching him.
“More or less yes. Why?”
“It’s just… nice to have others who can fly right?” Sky said, his voice questioning but strong.
“I can’t fly.” Wars replied, his wings were hidden once again in the binder due to them roaming the castle, he had been planing on taking it off long before but had forgotten quickly once sky started talking.
“ You can’t?!” Sky cried, sitting up further, eyes wide as he stared at Wars. His eyes held a look of horror as his own wings puffed up. “Why not? I can teach you if you want! I mean I haven’t seen anyone with wings but I would assume someone taught you .” Warriors winced slightly, shifting his shoulders nervously.
“It’s not… it’s not that per say.” He said. “I thought you would have seen the condition of them when we first met, but then again the lighting wasn’t great was it.” Sky shook his head.
“Then what is it? Actually, where are they? I know you have them.”
“Under my shirt.” Warriors replied, shoving another set of pants into his limited bag space. “Where else?”
“ Why would you—? Ugh! ” Sky threw his hands up in defeat. “That’s not where you put them. Do you have any shirts with holes in it?”
“I made one a couple years ago, but that’s about it.” Warriors showed the shirt to him, sky facepalmed, a tired sigh escaping his lips.
“Show me your wings.”
“ What? Why should I?” Warriors asked accusingly.
“Because I want to see how terribly you have taken care of them so take off your shirt!” Sky fired back, his wings somehow even more puffed up than before.
“Fine, fine whatever, just seriously, don’t yell at me because of them.” Warriors already started taking off his shirt as he spoke, sky let out a strangled gasp as he saw the wing binder he had on, hands flying to grab warriors shoulders, grabbing at the leather that held his wings in place.
“ Your joking right.” Sky seethed, pulling on the leather slightly, making him stumble backwards. “You have to be kidding right now. You're wearing one of these? ”
“Yes?” Warriors asked tentatively, “I told you not to yell at me? Remember that?” Sky turned warriors shoulder towards him, spinning him to face sky, whose face was red with anger, the avian before him unbuttoned the binder, letting it fall to the floor pathetically. A sad few feathers falling behind it.
Sky picked up one of the feathers with carful hands, looking at the dingy destroyed look of them.
“I thought you were proud of your appearance.” Sky said finally, turning the feather over in his hand.
“I am.” Warriors insisted, offended sky would say such a thing. “Do you see my hair? I mean it’s always perfe—“
“No. Turn around warriors.” Wars winced but obliged, only receiving a choked help from sky as he saw the sight of his wings. The wings were about the size of ones who were five years old. The ratted appearance tattered through the once beautiful feathers he had, blood speckled along some of the feathers from primaries that had ripped themselves out, other feathers stood in crooked positions that quite frankly were painful to have or look at.
“What… what happened to them?” Sky gasped in horror, running a finger along one of them. “Warriors, why did you do this?”
“I did nothing.” He insisted, “they weren’t perfect, so my mother made me—“
“I’m going to kill her.”
“Sky please calm down. It’s fine. I don’t mind them, sure it’s uncomfortable but—“
“ Wars you lost primaries.” Sky ran a careful hand through his primaries, the damaged feathers beyond repair at that point. “Your wings are beyond repair, how painful are they?!”
“Most days I would rather not have them.” Wars replied truthfully, gently lifting his wings so sky could see the other side. “It was bad enough with these things, no real hiding them, but my mom figured out how to hide those at the very least.” Warriors said uncomfortably, it felt weird opening up to someone he had known for such a short time, the avian behind him let out a defeated sigh, patting the bed beside him.
“Sit.”
“Huh?”
“Sit with your wings facing me. I’m going to fix them enough that they look presentable. Hopefully we return to my Hyrule next time so I can grab some extra shirts with holes in them for you.”
“That’s not really necessary, I have the binder for—“
“Your leaving that shit here.” Sky insisted, his voice stern as he glared at the item on the floor, warriors took a careful seat in front of sky, wincing as another feather fell onto the bed.
“Cant believe you let them do this to you. Your feathers up there are so beautiful, and yet they forced you to bind them?! ”
“They didn’t… force me per say.” Warriors admitted, he felt skys hand on his wing once more, hand carefully straightening the first feather. “It was necessary for—“ he cut himself off with a gasp of pain, the feeling of his feathers being shifted around felt like a burning sensation on his skin. Warriors folded his wing away from sky, who made a surprised chirp of distress.
“What was that for Wars? You could have burned me.” Sky retracted his hand. “Does it hurt that bad?”
“ Burned you? What the hell are you on about and yes it does. Of course it does! It always does for Hylias sake, you of all people should know that.” His wings tightened around his back as much as they could with his weak control over the damaged appendages.
“Wars it’s supposed to feel nice. Preening is a very nice activity, and quite frankly it’s something I look forward to.” Sky explained, his cautious hand reaching for wars once more. “And burned? Do you know know anything about what you are?!”
“Does it look like I do? You see any phoenixs around here? No! Because I’m apparently the only one. Lucky me right? I have these terrible wings, I set shit on fire by accident . I don’t know why Hylia gave me this stupid fire curse but it sucks. ” He ranted, throwing his arms up in the air in annoyance.
Sky fell silent behind him, only to fall into small barely suppressed laughs, only to fail at that and start full out laughing at him.
“What?!”
“Oh you really don’t know.” Sky said breathlessly. “Phoenixs are birds made of fire. Literally. Their feathers are made of fire, I’m surprised you don’t know about it. You're able to die and come back from the ashes—“
“ What?!”
“What are you taught in school?!” Sky said in distress, a chirp leaving his mouth in frustration.
“Wair hold on, hold on. What was that?!” Sky paused his rage for a moment just to chirp once more, eyes looking at warriors with a fading anger.
“A… chirp? Like what birds do? Please don’t say you weren’t allowed to chirp or so help me—“
“I’ll stop talking now.” Warriors responded, “ fucking hell, I thought something was wrong with me when I did that.” He ran a hand through his hair with his sudden realization. “That’s like— normal. Like it’s not weird?”
“Oh Hylia.” Sky prayed, “you were such a sheltered chick— now I’m fixing these, and you will sit still.” He extended the sma wing once again to sky, wincing at the effort. Sky took one of the smaller feathers and gently straightened it, relieving a pressure that had ached him for all too long. Out of instinct he gave a content chirp, smacking a hand over his mouth in attempt to cover it up or even stop the noise.
“It’s fine. I don’t judge.” Sky quietly muttered, straightening another feather for him. “I do it all the time, who am I to say something.”
“Ah, right.”
They fell into awkward silence, besides the occasional sharp intake of breath from warriors as a particularly painful feather was fixed. Sky once in a while would give a quiet chirp, encouraging Warriors to do the same, which he refused to a multitude of times. His mouth was clamped shut by his own hand, refusing to embarrass himself.
Sky gave a relieved sigh, sitting back, a groan of the bed sounding out.
“Its done, how do you feel?” sky asked gently, giving a soft pat on warriors shoulder.
“Fine.” he muttered, not risking more then that under the worry that he would embarrass himself.
“Don't feel embarrassed.” Sky cooed, stretching his wings as much as he could in warriors room. “You'll get used to it eventually. Maybe i can teach you how to do it as well?” warriors flicked his ‘ ears’ nodding at him slightly.
“ Speak of this to no one.” Warriors hissed, sky rolled his eyes, picking up warriors wing binder.
“You want to burn this? I refuse to let you take this.”
“I cant.” He took it from his hands, shoving it in his cabinet. “Ill need when i come back here.”
“ Warriors.” Sky scolded, “You cant go back to how it was.”
“I might have to.” Warriors admitted, “Rylyn doesn't like them all that much, so I assume she will insist on me getting a new one anyways.”
“Well then tell her no?”
“Its not really that simp–”
“Your what, twenty one? And you're still listening to your mom? Come on Wars, your the captain.” Sky insisted.
“Yes but–” he attempted, taking another shirt from his cabinet and putting it in his bag.
“But nothing.” sky interrupted. “I don't know why your so dedicated to listening to her even though your a grown man. ”
“ She's my mother? ” Warriors said, putting his sword on his back once more. “Listen sky, we need to go meet for that dinner before we leave, we can talk more later alright?”
“Fine, but were talking about this later.”
–
“Oh how lovely you all look, Its wonderful to meet you all. My name is Rylyn.”
The group blinked in surprise at the sudden entrance of warriors mother, the woman giving a warm smile to them as she entered their dressing room. Thankfully all had been dressed at that point, only the final finishing touches were being done to hair at that point. The woman had a warm smile that could light up a room, unlike warriors she had dark brown hair. Her eyes shimmered an amber tone, matching the pale gold jewelry that clasped around her neck in a fine necklace that was intricately detailed. She wore a Blue dress that was adorned by gold highlights like her jewelry, a pinned up gold emblem was pinned over her heart, one that none of them recognized.
“ Rylyn. ” Warriors sighed, “you know not to come In.”
“Im sorry that i wanted to see my boy before the dinner party.” she pouted at Warriors, who mildly blushed, face matching the shadow of red that his newly fixed up wings displayed. “Apologies boys, Ill let you get ready in peace, I guess.” She pouted once more at warriors, before gazing beyond him, noticing his folded wings that gently adorned his back. His shirt was fixed up by four and sky, Four seeing as he was the best with most materials, and sky seeing how he knew a lot more about how to make them.
“Wheres… Link, you know to not show those in the royal court.” She said with gritted teeth, Walking in further into the room and grabbing one of his wings, forcing it to spread out. “Did you fix them up?”
“I did.” Skys voice piped up behind them, his own wings were adorned in jewelry he had brought from home, all not fancy, but part of tradition in his era. The glass and wood beads wound their way across the red and white wings, creating an incredible display of colors.
“Ah! I'm sorry your work will have to go to waste. Come now Link. we will be back before the dinner starts!” she grabbed his arm, wrapping hers around Wars.
“That won't be necessary.” Time interrupts, pulling her arm gently off warriors. “We think it would be… Best if he showed them in all their beauty.” She laughed at times statement, covering her mouth with her fan as she did such.
“You're funny… twine? What was your name again?” She gave a forced smile to him.
“Time.” he corrected curtly, “besides, the dinner starts in five minutes, he doesn't have nearly enough time to go to his room, change and get back. I think its perfect how it is.” She rolled her eyes but left swiftly after, slamming the door on the way out.
“Sorry… about her.” Wars laughed, a forced smile on his face, “Shes alot isn't she.”
“Alot is a kind way of saying it.” Sky muttered, “you sure you still want to go to the party?”
“Oh im fine! Besides, I'm expected to be there, Captain position and all.” He laughed awkwardly, “Ill make sure she doesn't bother you all. She is nice I promise, just… a bit much at points.”
“Only… a bit?” Twilight snorted, only trying to be loud enough for time to hear, yet his words were heard by Wars.
“Shes usually not like this.” he defended, waving his hand in a circle as he spoke. “We should probably get there early if we want to avoid the more unnecessary interactions. If were lucky we can get to Zelda before all the diplomats start to line up with their… problems.”
“They tell her all their problems during dinner?” Twilight asked, “shouldn't it be a time of… having fun? Someone correct me if im wrong, I aint ever been to one of these before.” Wars raised an eyebrow at him.
“Thats obvious.”
“ Don't be rude.” Time scolded, adjusting his collar. “How… early can we leave wars?”
“Once we eat we can probably leave, unless you all dont want food?” wars offered, the group shook their heads no.
“ I want to try the fancy food!” Wind said excitedly, grabbing onto Warriors arm. “Ive never had castle food, is it good?”
“Im sure its the same as whatever you have had before.”
“Nuh-uh.” Wind replied, His collar was messy once again, hair flying in all directions as he kept messing it up. At this point, everyone agreed it was on purpose.
“Fix your shirt then we can go.” Time scolded, but a lighthearted tone befell his voice despite his words.
“ But its uncomfortable! It keeps rubbing against my gills all wrong.” Wind pouted, crossing his arms like a child would. “Plus, a pirate doesn't need to wear this stuff.”
“You can loosen it at the party when were eating, just wear it right when we get in?” Warriors sighed, fixing up the all to big shirt for Wind once again.
“Give me part of your desert and we have a deal.”
“Sure, deal. Now lets go. I would like to get there before Rylyn makes a scene.”
–
Rylyn did in fact make a scene. The group sat on the opposite end of the dining hall from her, the group of now six all chatting about the past adventures that the group had been on while on the quest from hylia. On the other side, Rylyn loudly announced she would like to toast to her son and his friends. Warriors just rolled his eyes but plastered on a fake smile, lifting his glass and nudging Wind to do the same. The Sea monster lazily lifted his glass of ‘grape juice’ (Warriors had snuck him some wine while time wasn't looking) and tapped it against Warriors own glass.
“I would like to toast to my son, who as of today will be off on an adventure.” the hall erupted in awkward clapping, everyone was mid conversation when she had stood and started talking, and quite frankly, no one seemed happy with her announcement.
Whispers sounded out in the hall, everyone to scared to say anything so they obliged in her toast, clinking glasses as they returned to conversation. Rylyn huffed and sat down, crossing her arms all the while.
“Scene caused.” Sky muttered to wars who shook his head.
“Shes not done.” Wars said back, taking a sip of his wine, which was far to sweet for his taste. “She likes attention, and that was not nearly enough for her taste.”
“Im assuming she does this often? Does your dad ever try and stop her?” Time asked tilting his head to the side.
“Don't have one.” He picked at some of the bread they had left on their table, ignoring one of the people who stared at him at a nearby table. “If were lucky, she will hold off until after the dinners over.”
“ Boys! Hows it going so far? Everyone like everything so far?” Rylyn spoke, leaning on wars shoulder.
“Rylyn we have only had drinks so far. Theres nothing not to like.” Warriors sighed, pushing her off. “How is mrs. Fyre doing? I know her husband wasn't doing well last time i saw him.”
“ She is fine, So boys, tell me everything! Hows everyone getting along?” warriors looked to the ceiling as if praying, the group went silent besides Four who quickly broke the silence.
“Were all good Miss Rylyn.” Four said quickly, “No problems here.”
“Good! Good… ahem, sorry. I see my presence is needed other places, Ill be off!” she quickly turned on her heal, walking briskly off.
“She never leaves like that.” Warriors wondered aloud, “wonder what thats about.”
“I don't think she will bother us much for the rest of the night.” Sky said innocently, his wings slightly puffed behind him.
“Whys that?”
“Oh, no reason.”