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When Sarans hands met Nessas, the hold she had on his cheeks loosened. A breath left her lips, the last bit of stress she felt leaving with it. “Maybe it’s the wound, maybe it’s finally getting better,” she suggested, not knowing quite how deep his wound ran. That the actual wound would take far...

Nessa had noticed the group conversing away from them, some form of planning in the makes. Saran hadn’t responded to her question, expectedly, and she didn’t feel quite right leaving his side. So she stood there, soaking up the feeling of the rain against her skin. Unlike the others, she quite...

Atara often found conversation with large groups uncomfortable. Made worse by the pulsing pain now throbbing in her head. An ache that only slightly decreased with the knowledge that no one had paid any attention to her small outburst. It seemed Aisha had the situation under control, the Twili...

The monsters were patently in larger groups around here. It seemed the closer they got to Vah Ruta, the odds of them avoiding a fight decreased. Atara gave Aisha a small shrug, it would be unwise to stay put too. “We’ll do our best,” she replied, taking in the Twili's expression. An expression...

*Two days ago* Atara hummed, an entirely airy sound. She couldn’t blame Aisha. Years of being banished, being cast aside, she wouldn’t be able to find it in herself to go back either. Even if she didn’t know the full story behind Aisha's banishment. The words she had meant to be touching...

It wasn’t totally out of the question. The idea of Midna taking a piece of the mirror, while seemingly unfeasible, would fit in with the idea of the fondness those said she had for her Link. It would also take away from the purpose, her very reasoning behind shattering the Mirror of Twilight...

The stabbing kind, while the words struck a chord, an incident from her not so pleasant childhood, it also made her wonder about the type of people Aisha knew. “You think so?” She hummed at the girl's next words, beautifully spoken. If only everyone thought in such a light. She offered Aisha her...

Atara had an inkling Aisha could use a hug, but she’d never been good at showing affection. She got it honest, considering who her parents were. Instead, she reached a hand out and settled on giving the girl a gentle shoulder squeeze. “It sounds like it was lovely,” she replied, “and I’m sorry...

"I was alone for a long time while residing in Kakariko," Atara murmured in response, "I think it was better that way." She didn’t care to elaborate. Being by herself, while creating a longing to be accepted and involved, also kept her stable at times. The peace and quiet were the only escape in...

Atara gave a lighthearted smile, “what exactly do you think you want to know? I’m not the most interesting person, all things considered.” She released her grip around her legs to place her arms behind herself. White hair fluttering in the gentle breeze as the sun finally peeked from beneath the...

The ‘sure’ was all the confirmation Atara needed to allow herself to plop next to Aisha. She kept her knees up, crossed her arms around her knees, and laid her cheek against them as she watched the archer curiously. While Aisha picked her words in a careful manner, she still exposed what seemed...

Despite her best efforts, a small frown made it’s way onto Ataras features, then quickly diminished. “You’re as bad as Keenan, if not worse, you two were barely around the kids.” It came in a half-kidding tone, she really did wonder if the two of them had rubbed off on one other. Making her...

For a moment Atara studied the curve of his lips, the way they pulled up into the slightest smile at his teasing. It was annoying, she told herself, how he purposefully irked her and found it amusing. Made more so by the simple carelessness he showed in regards to himself. At his exaggeration...

We’re not former enemies, she wanted to tell him, I never knew you. Atara was too kept under lock and key to ever have had a run in with him, she was taught how to fight, vigorously so, but she never used it in regards to the Yiga. She just knew they were bad, the same as every Sheikah. Her...

As Keenan smiled, presumably towards her words, Atara frowned. She hadn’t said it to be amusing. Her glower only worsened at his words, “I’m not little,” she stated. “I’m likely only a couple years younger than you, if that, and can’t you call me by my name?” Even as the tea was carefully poured...

Atara would be lying if she said she hadn’t expected him to react poorly, at least at first. Her presence seemed to aggravate him on a regular basis: whether it was because she knew his secret or he simply didn’t like her, she wasn’t certain. “I’m surprised you think I’d babysit you for free,”...

It had been a few minutes, long enough for Atara to apply the salve and wrap Saran’s wound for him. Examining her work one more time before nodding, “well, that’ll do.” Finding something to cover up the bowl that held the ointment, so it wouldn’t ruin, she glanced towards the twins. “I would...

Even in the dim light, unnoticeably, Atara rolled her eyes. Both at the ideology of him not knowing and at needing a nap. If she hadn’t spent her whole life observing, due to the fear of actually speaking up, maybe she wouldn’t have noticed the fact that Keenan didn’t sleep. She didn’t know how...

After having helped Saran detangle his hair, at least once, Nessa was certain anyone with curly hair had a tough time. The curls knotted together in just the right way, it seemed, and, yet, it was beautiful all the same. Through the mess, she adored them. From Uriah’s point of view, frogs...

Atara found it best to ignore B’s regular, pessimistic statement this time. She wasn’t scared of the Yiga, she was bothered by them taking off with a child. A gerudo child that was male, at that. It could be a total setback on their journey. Scared wasn’t the right term, irritated was more like...