Sometimes, when it's really late at night, my brain gets confused and starts shipping all the wrong pairings. I present to you, the only Zelink I've ever written/will probably ever write, maybe. (It's growing on me...) Anyway, short drabble. Enjoy!
Plink. Plink.
Zelda cringes at the sound, and Impa, sitting across from her, shoots up straight. She is alert, eyes darting about as she sniffs the air for an intruder. The reaction is almost canine, and under any other circumstances, it would be rather comical.
"Impa..." the princess sighs.
"Did you hear that?" the elderly woman cuts in. Zelda tries not to roll her eyes.
"I heard nothing," she bluffs, "now can we please return to my lesson?"
Impa is slow to react. "Yes," she finally answers hesitantly. "I suppose." They bow once more over a history book, the small library falling silent once more. Sunlight drapes across the room lazily, an indication of the beautiful weather outside. There is a slight churning in Zelda's gut; she would like to be out there very much... and he knows it, too...
Plink.
Impa shoots up once again. Wordlessly, she gets to her feet and approaches the window, throwing it open. She bows her head out into the warm afternoon air and glances down. A scowl crosses her face.
"Shoo!" she cries. Zelda sighs melodramatically.
"Let him be," she says.
"No!" Impa protests, and sticks her head farther out of the window. "I said shoo! Naughty boy, get out of here!"
"But Impa..." a voice wails from outside, and Zelda smiles to herself. Talk about having courage...
"The princess is studying!" Impa cries. "You can come back later."
"She doesn't want to study!" the voice protests. "She wants to be out here! Come now, Impa, let the girl go..."
Impa turns and raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps you can deal with him," she suggests. With a smirk, Zelda gets to her feet and sashays over to the window, poking her head out delicately.
"Good afternoon, Link!" she calls down. The teenaged boy is laying in the grass down below, hands folded lazily behind his head.
"Hello there, Princess!" he calls. "Say, you want to go out for a bit? There's a man down by the river selling arrows for half a rupee apiece. We could do some target practice if that tickles your fancy."
The princess smiles sweetly and folds her arms on the windowsill. "Is that so?"
"Uh-huh. If you break all the targets we get a prize."
"What sort of prize?"
"I dunno. We've got to break all the targets first!"
"Zelda!" Impa cuts in. "Enough flirting! Tell him you need to get back to your history lesson."
The princess drums her fingertips on the windowsill. "Link?"
"Yeah?"
"I have a history lesson right now."
"Oh."
A short silence ensues.
"Meet you in a few minutes, then?" he says.
"I'll be right down," she replies, and withdraws from the window with a giggle. Impa is watching her sternly, one eyebrow raised.
"What did you say to him?"
"I said I'd be right down," the princess answers. "Good day, Impa. I'll bring you back a prize." She grabs her bonnet from a peg hanging on the wall and exits the library with a short wave.
Impa just stares dumbly for half a second. Then she rolls her eyes and shuts the princess' book slowly, clicking her tongue, yet smiling all the same.