The name is foreign and strange on his tongue, the youth cradling each syllable with the gentleness similar to someone learning a new language. Yet another new word collected and added to his memory bank, one of the many that had been hastily stored away since leaving the forest.
❝—You must have traveled far to get here. I don’t think we get many foreigners.❞
Careful smile growing into something wider, the Hylian attempts a quick bow for the first time— much like he’d seen the Castle guards perform in greeting to each other. Not that he’d been spying on them, of course ( he’d definitely been spying ) but he’d been curious to try it ever since; and what better time to do it than now? If Link was the first Hylian this man had seen, he should attempt to set a good example, right?
❝It’s a pleasure to meet you, though. My name is Link.❞
❝ Hyrule, huh? ❞
a world clad in medieval theme. he absorbs with iridescent, inquisitive eyes the distinctive tunic and remarkable weaponry that is exhibited upon the lean frame of his acquaintance. deus ex machina ; the boy is this world’s saviour.
❝ so you must be a knight of this place? it’s champion. ❞
albeit, nothing was absolute if he is led to this land and he can only anticipate impending peril. publicity-wise, it’s frowned upon for a wielder to interfere with the affairs of other worlds – to achieve proper balance of this legion of worlds is the main objective. what he doesn’t anticipate is the man bowing before him and as if a customary reaction to alien mannerisms, appendages ascend promptly and wave like a bird’s wings in repetitive manner.
❝ h-hey ! no need to bow, seriously. it’s nice to meet you link. ❞
