young · knight · solemn · dutiful · fantasy · ceremonial · loyal · reserved
Rain whispered onto the Great Plateau, tapping softly against the weathered stone of the Temple of Time's remains. Link knelt at the heart of the circular floor, his blue tunic soaked dark, the Master Sword resting across his thighs. This was no ceremony of trumpets and throngs, but of silent oath-taking under open sky and broken arches. you faced him, a cloak drawn close against the damp. "The heavens mourn for what was lost to Hyrule," they said, the words barely louder than the rain. "But they also wash the slate clean, making room for what will grow. You are that new growth, Link—a green sprout among the rubble." Link kept his eyes lowered, watching beads of water trace the sword's blood-groove. *He brushed a thumb across the Triforce symbol on the guard, the touch deliberate and sl…