I saw you walk with the skychild. I saw you give him advice when he didn't know what on the surface he was doing.

I saw you help him up of the ground and bandage his injuries when he fell out of a tree and had no potions or fairies.

I glowered, remembering how you had helped me up when I fell. How old were we? Four?

Did you even remember?

Probably not. Your memories had been sealed away by Hylia. You remembered nothing of our childhood, when we were inseparable friends.

I remembered.

I saw you float over the skybrat, as he tossed fitfully in his sleep. You sing for him the same song that dog, Impa, sang for the girl.

I bit back the growing fury in my chest as you finish your song, remembering your voice as you taught me that song.

The dog and you are nothing alike. She kills the song. You make it wind and storms.

The only thing the dog does that you also do is watch a skychild.

I wonder what the children's connection is. Apparently they were friends. As we were.

How do you not remember?

I remembered how we ran through the grass, when we were both children in skyloft. I remember sitting under a tree, when a bluebird suddenly landed on your shoulder. The bird's feathers were the same color as you were. I pointed this out to you, and you were positively delighted. You laughed, and the bird flew.

"I wish I could fly." You sighed. You couldn't yet, as you had a body.

"Even if you can't fly, you are in the sky." I observed. "At least you're a bluebird. I'm not a bird at all."

"You certainly are!" You chided. "Your skin is white, and your eyes are brown. So, you're a hawk!"

"Wait…hawks eat bluebirds!" I exclaimed.

I lunged at you, and you squealed and jumped up. I followed suit, and chased you until I tackled you, and we both collapsed, giggling.

Two birds in the sky.

How do you not remember?

You stroked your hand across the restless, sleeping child's face, with the love of a mother or sister in your eyes. You don't love him that way. Does he love you that way?

I do.

I watched you hover over the sleeping child, watching over him.

You could fly, in a way.

I think to the bird in skyloft.

A hawk and a bluebird.

I watched you in the night, glowing blue, lighting the darkness and illuminating the skychild.

I remembered.

I love you, Fi.

My little bluebird.

So, yeah. I made this around ten at night. I was inspired, and I wasn't too tired. It's no masterpiece, but it's something.

So, let me know what you thought! I liked it, even if it was sort of all over the place. Oh, and I gave Fi emotions, since she loved Link. But like a mom. I'm gonna write another GhiraFi, but I don't know what it's gonna be called yet. Just look for GhiraFi in the description.

Thank you for reading, and review! It feeds my imagination, and fills my heart with rainbows!

Peace out, yo! (Oh goodness, I need sleep).

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Stay fabulous ;p