Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda.
The Wind to Whisk Away.
Komali x Medli
Wilting like dead flowers in nipping wind at night. Her wings don't open like they should, and he watches with fleeting thoughts of happiness for them (and him.)
It was all for glory, pride, and honor that they climb to-tall mountains for to-small rewards. Secretly he believed something may come of it. An amber orb for the efforts. Lava rock and scary birds are no reward.
Long ago when they were twelve and ten, she read him story books under the fort protection of a blanket propped up on a bed and chairs. It told of messenger men who flew flights better left to gods. He dreamed of earning wings and taking her far beyond the wind to become such heros, so he climbed a mountain. He dreamed together they would fly, but dreams are wasted thoughts for weak, young boys.
Legend says of a boy in green who might be able to control the wind, and who may conduct them as if they are meant to obey him alone. Komali met him once or twice, and liked him, too. Not at first but after time. Because when things were hard and wrong, when he was sad, the boy in green was there to prove wrong the thoughts he thought might be proven right.
But now he missed them both. More her than him.
Link took her away to calm waging winds and monsters with melodies played on harps by her hand.
He remembered times too, when they were not under the covers of blankets reading stories, where she would sit beside him and strum songs of happiness and love, and he would hum tunes he thought would make her smile, too.
So she was gone. And his flower wilted sadly against the winds of the too-tall mountains he climbed to get the wings to win her back.
Medli, like melody, and memory. Like the songs, and the wind that whisked her away.
Sorry for any inaccuracies, I haven't played the Wind Waker in a /very/ long time. . . :)
Thank you so much to Crimson Cataclysm for the corrections! :D