Rauru the sage, one of the seven great protectors of the holy land of Hyrule – or what was left of it – refused to think about what he just did.
However the pain in his back stubbornly refused to let him entirely forget about it. Not one to be brought down by the complains of his body, Rauru straightened himself in one quick movement, hearing the first three satisfactory little cracks of his spine as it righted itself. The fourth one, on the other hand, did not bring as much satisfaction as his brothers and left him hunched for the seven following days.
Din, how old he felt.
But he took comfort knowing that what had to be done, was indeed done. During his miserable week, he kept on looking back at the still sleeping young man and marveled at the snow-white tight pants and long-sleeved shirt that could be seen under the forest-green outer clothes of his charge, with no small amount of pride. The two colors clashed elegantly giving the future hero as much of a refined appearance as the little green skirt allowed.
However it was the young man's sturdy leather boots and gloves that were his pride and joy. He spent so long sewing the cursed things they better be useful.
"And you better take good care of them young man."
A few months later, he will notice the Hero wearing new silver gloves and lead boots as said Hero come to be taken back in time and will refuse to talk to Saria, Darunia and Ruto for a few weeks. And a month or two after they were back on speaking terms, the Hero's new golden gloves and wingy boots will trigger something that some might call a deep all-consuming depression in the sage and from which he will only be pulled by the other sages claiming he had a duty to Hyrule.
But for now he was still blissfully unaware of such things and kept on admiring his work. The big day was coming, he could feel it in every fiber of his body. Soon the young man would awake and he would once again be alone in his glowing place. The idea might have arose a sense of loss in an ordinary man but Rauru was no ordinary man and couldn't wait to get ride of him. He was Rauru the sage, keeper of the temple of time, one of the great protectors of the holy land of Hyrule directly chosen by the Goddesses themselves and had just spent the last seven years of his existence bathing, feeding and clothing an unconscious boy in a skirt. Granted, the boy was supposed to be the Hero of Time, but STILL.
He might not mention it but he was convinced that if the other six sages didn't answer his call seven years ago, it had more to do with the fact that they knew what would await them (and hadn't bothered to tell him) than with the King of Evil or his monsters.
It was not that he didn't understand their choice. Had he been warned too, he would have done the same thing. He just really resented them for having a choice when he hadn't. But anyway, he had gotten used to the monologue type of conversation. He even could safely say that he was an expert at it because being alone or sharing a room with an unconscious floating body and a sleeping fairy were rather similar experiences and that he would rather choose the first option.
Months later, Rauru will be joined by Saria, the Sage of the Forest, Darunia, the Sage of Fire, Ruto, the Sage of Water, Impa, the Sage of Shadows, and Nabooru, the Sage of the Spirit. A Kokiri only wearing forest-green clothes , a very talkative Goron, a princess-y Zora, a broody Sheikah and a Gerudo . And upon feeling his dreams of peaceful alone time going down the drain and realizing that he will have to spent a large part of eternity with these five, he will swear that he heard the Goddesses laughing at him.
But right now, all he could feel was the spell keeping the young man and the fairy asleep dissolving.
All he could swear hearing were the bells of destiny ringing. And all he could think was that now was his moment. After seven long years, he was finally about to assume his real role in Hyrule history !
Rauru cleared his throat, mumbled his carefully planned speech just to make sure he had it in mind, reminded himself to put some accents on some important parts and make a long pause after his "you are now an adult" sentence for dramatic effects. It was a one-time-thing after all, it had to perfect.
He then adjusted his belt, hurriedly slicked back his hair, puffed out his chest and buried his hands in his sleeves in what he felt would make a more striking sage-like first impression.
Show time.
In his most commanding voice, Rauru started with a "Awake Hero".
