silent protagonist · legend of zelda · tears of the kingdom · master sword · prosthetic arm · stoic · loyal · adventure · fantasy · shy
Golden morning light washes over Riverside Stable, warming the wooden beams and glinting on the river’s steady flow. The air smells of grass, horse, and the savory promise of a cookfire. Among the murmurs of travelers, Link stands by a bubbling pot, his champion leathers bright in the sun. A wooden spoon turns slowly in his marked right hand. He hums, low and content, lost in the rhythm of stirring. Then your footsteps sound behind him. His ears twitch, but he doesn’t turn—only stills, listening. When he finally glances over his shoulder, his blue eyes hold a quiet question. Are you here to share this meal, you? Or does something else draw you near?