Twilight Bonds
Chapter 3
Pushing
A/N: Sorry guys, I'll try to get her name right, Midna… I think I got it down now, if I make any other errors like that drop me a line to correct me.
"We're out of food."
Midna tried not to wince at that pronouncement. Though Link's tone was blameless she was at fault, and she knew it. She'd been the one who had slipped into the green clad man's traveling gear and had begun playing with this wax seal, and that water canteen's cap, and of course she uncorked the glass bottle's top just enough for the oil to leak out over everything… It had been a prank, a little prank taken out of hand by boredom and frustration.
She levitated and followed, drifting little bits of shadow stuff in her wake. Midna's bright red eyes were downcast; focusing on some rocks below, rather than seek his gaze. Finally, after the silence went on for too long she levitated one of the smaller rocks up and kicked at it with a shadowy foot.
Since the sun was up, all she managed to do was bring the stone up and have her foot pass through it, she had tried though, and the sight made Link chuckle.
"It's not your fault."
"You didn't have a field day with the food and supplies and spilled everything on top of everything else."
Taking off his green cap, tucking it in his packs, Link flashed Midna a smile before picking up the packs that smelled of everything possible mashed together. The smells of oil mixed with dried fruit, mixed with red chu-chu muck, mixed with … Well that was an example of one whiff.
"Just promise me you won't turn me into a wolf before I get a chance to wash this thing out again." Link wrinkled his noise, and gingerly swung the pack over his shoulder.
Red eyes flickered with the familiar gleam of humor. Baring her small fangs in a wide shadow hued smile the imp pulled out a familiar orange and black trinket out of a patch of gloomy air. Tapping the spell stone against her cheek, Midna chortled, lining the stone up with a surprised looking Link.
"One wolf change coming right up!"
"Ack!" Jumping back in terror the hero dropped his packs and dove behind the nearest bolder. There wasn't one though. So Link valiantly tried to dodge out of the imp's range of sight in an open field. Midna kept the stone trained on him for a few minutes. Her smile growing wider and wider with the more outrageous dives Link was pulling off. Finally when the laughter was too hard to hold in she tossed the spell stone back into the portable patch of darkness that the Twi carried on her at all times.
It had been many long days since she laughed. Their journey had consisted of long weeks fighting monsters and traveling through surreal and deadly terrain. Being glum had been the imp's way of life since she'd lost everything to Zant. Laughter was rare in her life, and Link's antics helped make it a more common.
Dusting himself off after his final roll, Link got to his feet, a familiar –almost omnipresent- grin on his face.
"Feeling better?"
Once she would have snapped at him to drop the concern. He shouldn't care for her; it wasn't like she cared for him! That was once upon a time ago, a time better forgotten and forsaken…
Still she had an image to maintain. She sniffed, and drifted past him, seemingly indifferent.
"I'll take that as a yes."
She stiffened at his comment, and whirled soundlessly in the air until she faced him. With a perfect mock menace she mimed leveling Zant's curse stone at him.
"Don't push it wolf boy."