The things that I write on a whim tend to end up so weird. Hm.
Anyway, a small take on Epona's feelings on Link. Their working relationship is kinda funny in a way, I guess. Or perhaps I just overanalyze things.
Enjoy, regardless. I don't expect any of this to make sense, whatsoever.
Hate
Epona hated her master sometimes. If he wasn't off doing something completely stupid and heroic, then he was spending all of his time making sure that she was squeaky clean and that everyone else was happy as could be. He spent his time as a blue-eyed beast for that girl-imp with the devilish smile, accomplishing the most impossible deeds on a whim and a plea.
And every time, the horse would shake its mane in disgust.
She never voiced this, though. Of course not! Who would listen? And why? The woodland critters all scoffed at her rare complaints, as she had someone to feed her and groom her. What about them, hm? What about their needs?
When she would mention elderly married couples, the creatures would scamper away in anger.
Epona, she cared for her master, no doubt. She cared for him as he was the only living being in the world that trusted her with his life, and hers with him. The relationship reciprocated, and though the horse had no knowledge of the word, nor did the rider, it worked. It worked splendidly, fluidly, as though the pair were the wind and the flowers, the moon and the ocean.
But when he was lost from her, Epona could not shake the gripping pain in her heart. Worry and bewilderment as to where her master had disappeared to filled her. She had never been without authority, never without someone to shelter her, never without her master or her master's friends. The nights grew blurred, and she soon could not discern the sun's rising or its setting.
The day that he returned in his new guise was the day that everything changed.
"Link..." muttered the horse to the wolf, "change back quickly." And Link only gave her a devil's grin through a snout of a creature that was not him.
Epona hated her master sometimes.