With great evil vanquished, the clouds above were allowed to separate. Far above, on clear skies, they could see their loftwings, as well as the home they'd spent their lives upon- where some less brave still happily resided.
With the barrier dispersed, visits were often. The loftwings could now pass through, though they preferred the pressures of the clouds, and travel too and from was common and accepted. It had only been a year after all, and not everyone was happy to completely let go of their home.
On the surface, it seemed the new generation had come. The young of Skyloft, excited to see something new, happily took their chances. Trained knights and citizens alike, they united under the sky in an unruly fashion yet eager to learn and create something of their own.
No true leader had been chosen, but when any hardship befell the citizens of their surface civilization, still unnamed, all aside from Groose's declaration, they looked to one person, who looked to three. Zelda was their queen, Goose her consort (or so it was rumored) and Link and Tya, her loyal knights.
Nothing confirmed of course. But that was definitely the set up it seemed when Tya would think it over.
Little homes had been rather poorly built, their small community joining together to figure it all out, taking notes from their parents in the sky as they could give it. They were stable enough though possibly not the best looking things. Groose had jumped at the option to help Zelda after she decided living in the temple wasn't comfortable, and though she was happy to do it on her own, it was clear enough that she was pleased to have him by her side. She'd always expressed to Tya that she adored his confidence as well as his strength and his humor, but the deal breaker came with his possessiveness and the fact that he wouldn't ever get over the notion of her having friends. So now that he and Link had come to terms with each other, apologizing and behaving amicably, and Groose had accepted that he could show her his love with no expectation of it being requited, she was swooning.
Which he didn't seem to notice, or if he did, it was much in the same manner Tya behaved toward Link: doubtful that it was true in the way they hoped. With Groose and Zelda however, the longing was far clearer from his end than from either with Link and Tya, and that wasn't necessarily bad. Neither seemed to be distressed with their current relationship, though Tya did occasionally wonder about it, and Link's intentions, but there was a level of comfort that kept her from actively worrying about it.
There had been times where they had looked at each other, and the thought of romantic gestures came about, but neither acted on it, and once those moments passed, they were happy to continue as they were, dancing a thin line between platonic and romantic. All gestures were friendly, some breaching the territory into 'only close friends or lovers would do this', and both of them were fine with this. In short, there was no frustration or yearning, only closeness and affection that they felt they didn't need to know the meaning of. However there was also an obscene lack of communication about it.
They had built their home together. At first they instinctively decided to build separate ones, but… Even the bravest, most courageous knight still held fear. In a storybook manner the evil had been vanquished, but that living in Link's mind had not. That was something no story ever expressed. There was a mental toll that only time could mend. He found himself in her bed nightly, clinging close to her since it was one of the few comforts he could find when plagued by such horrid dreams. So they abandoned the thought of living separately, and elected to just stay together as they'd been doing for so long anyway.
Tya had grown accustomed to the things that would set him off- and he had to hers, though her own were far fewer. Some were shared, such as the fear that would immediately arise at loud noises- primarily at doors slamming. The one that needed to be cared for the most was one of Link's particular, with people silently coming up behind him. It was something he couldn't, under any circumstance, handle, and everyone in their small village seemed to have found it out the hard way.
All in all, the time that had passed had allowed the dust to settle semi-peacefully with the only threat being the memories of true danger. Now, they had the opportunity of starting a new life in a new world.