"...Vaati, what are you doing?"
Link watched from a few yards away as Vaati crouched next to something on the ground; the breeze was docile and its invisible fingers stroked his pale purple strands.
The wind mage was silent as he turned around and approached Link, crimson eyes downcast and studying the grass; his cheeks were rosy. In his slender, feminine hands were a few freshly picked flowers that matched the color of his eyes and face.
"...Aren't roses a way of expressing love?" Vaati murmured as he handed them to the Hylian boy.