Oh. Fair enough. Expect the pestering soon enough.

||Niighty niighr

*Thunder rumbled in the distance across a string of murky clouds, as the Hero departed from the Castle Town atop his white-maned mare. He--

--took a moment to look back at the imposing stone walls behind him. There wasn't anything he'd miss in paticular about the town itself--

--but he was filled with worry for the Princess. He shook his head, dismissing his own doubts as paranoia. Though she was more than upset--

--during their private conversation, he was confident that she would find her strength and he hoped that the words he imparted could--

--provide some comfort. His eyes widened and he stopped his mount abruptly along the road, before looking around. He realised by some--

--impulse he had begun travelling towards the Kokiri Forest, his old home, but ever since death, his memory was left splintered and--

--navigating through the Lost Woods proved rather difficult. Even if he could make his way back, he knew he hadn't belonged there in--

--quite some time. He didn't have a home as such these days, he slept wherever it was secluded, with ample warmth and shelter so where--

--was he to go back to? Sheik's house was the most obvious answer, the feeling he had there was more akin to home than anywhere else he had-

-stayed, but did that feeling of hospitality and comfort come from the house or it's owner, the friend who was nowhere to be found, bound--

--by his duty and locked away in dormancy. He sighed, cursing himself for becoming so soft and impatient before he and Epona set off for--

--the desolate hidden village.*

||I guess that took place sometime before Kuro stabbed Zelly. Also it should have been a twitlonger but fuckit

||Anyway nuhh niiiight

||Intros, yay. Hi i'm Masky! I've been rping in this verse for 3 years. Writer Acc: Masky Other Zelda Acc: Kuroiken

I never knew that Zelda and Nabooru were such good friends. That's nice..

...Y'know.. I kinda miss people.

...Who am I talking to? *He shrugged to himself with a sigh and shuffled over to the cooking pot near his tent.*