Existence was... strange.
Especially when you are a sage in Hyrule and even more so when Hyrule is at war.
Rauru the sage, protector of the temple of time, tried to pinpoint exactly when his existence escaped his control entirely. He didn't dare using the word 'life' anymore, even in his own head. Because frankly, he wasn't sure if he was really alive, properly speaking or not.
The man looked around him at the glowing place he now called his place and remembered how at first the constant glowing had unsettled him.
"Never gonna be able to sleep."
Of course, he got used to it. You get used to everything with enough time at your disposal. And Rauru had time at his disposal. Kind of too much to be honest. That's how it worked apparently, you get chosen as a sage, you become immortal, you get unbelievable amount of powers, more wisdom than any being could ever acquire even after a long and full life, and … a glowing place. Somehow, he felt slightly tricked. As if, that little detail should have been mentioned to him beforehand. But then again, if it was always the little details that were kept hidden in a contract, right ?
He remembered a time when he lived peacefully in Castle Town. He used to like wandering in the streets, buying Lon Lon milk, and shooing the dogs away.
He shook himself out of his memories. It would do him no good. He had had a peaceful life, no need to dwell in the past. It would only make him grumpy and such a thing wouldn't do. He was now, Rauru the sage, and he had a country to protect. And to manage his mission, he had … a comatose boy to baby-sit.
Sometimes he really wondered which wrong turn he took in his life to end up here. Which Goddess he angered.
Of course it was entirely possible that the three of them were at cause. But it was never too safe to accuse all the Goddesses at the same time. You never know against which rough surface your toes could end up being squashed. Even in a seemingly empty and flat room like the one he now inhabited. Yes, the Goddesses liked to make their point known and screw logic if it didn't want to follow.
With dignity, he turned to the floating boy, a few meters from him.
He stood there, staring. Each day he spent in the glowing in-between realm that was his room strengthened his conviction in a belief that may not be as well spread as it should : the Great Three had a sense of humor. He would even go as far as to say that it was a particularly twisted sadistic sense of humor.
As he finally managed to bring himself to get closer, the words 'childish' and 'trollish' came to his mind but as they did, he tripped over thin air, and while trying to found back his balance, stepped on the hem of his robes and nearly chocked as the definitely non extensible fabric of his clothes made his collar dig into his throat.
Quickly righting himself up, Rauru mumbled something that might or might not have been "twisted sadists" but as no other immediate divine intervention came, it's hard to tell.
He finally reached the boy and frowned at his green clothes. He made a quick calculation of his chances to defeat the King of Evil in nothing but a skirt and a hat. Unable to oppose anything higher than a two to a one hundred – and he was being particularly generous on the boy – even with all his wisdom, Rauru decided that if he had to take care of this boy, some pants were in order. Even if it was only to wear under his skirt.
Feeling that it was the only thing he could do at the moment, the sage went to find a way to bring said pants in his glowing room.