A/N: I do not own The Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess.
Peering over the edge of the hoary damaged wagon, Aisling's honey brown eyes caught those of a young Hylian boy who appeared to be about her age. He had dirty blonde hair and sharp azure eyes which held an animal like pride in their depths. She stared back undoubtedly curious of him now, the boy however, seemed to turn several shades of scarlet under the intense scrutiny of her gaze. As if the embarrassment was too much to handle he fled, leaving her to wonder who he was and what exactly about her stare had unnerved him so much.
"Aisling, I presume?" her ears perked at the mention of her name which sounded very jagged as they left the lips of someone unknown to her. Though she was being called she couldn't help but watch the boys retreating figure with engrossed attention as he disappeared to another dwelling. A dismal sigh left her lips as she finally decided to acknowledge the robust man next to her. Aisling observed him silently as she gave a brief nod of her head, raven locks mimicking her actions.