Ok... This is a very random, very short little chapter. But then again, most of them are. This is mostly set up for the UBER PLOT FILLED chapter after this. Happy preview-ness goes to Silent Slayer 2000, who correctly guessed the title. Kudos go to Raika Katsuya, who came painfully close. And then, of course, to Somebody Weird, who reviewed and said more that "das is gR34t.", and made two valiant attempts at guessing which shall more than likely spawn more chapters. Which sucks for me, because I've already got over 50 phrases to write about. Anyways... Thanks to everyone for reading! Here are the clues.
1) Follows the same pattern as before.
2)Two words the same, and in the same position.
3) The changed word begins with L.
Also... I am begining to succumb to the inevitable. This light, happy little frolic in the world of Shink fluff is slowly turning angsty. You have one... Maybe two more chapters of sunshine and puppies before everything goes to hell. You've been warned.
It wasn't until he brought his fingers up to trace the arching line of the bird's wing that I figured out what he was talking about.
"It's the royal family's crest." I told him. He continued to run his fingers along the shiny raised flesh, tracing the contours of the crest as if he were drawing them on my skin all over again.
"I got that part. Are these burn scars?" He tore his eyes away from them, looking back into my eyes, concern shimmering in the azure sea that was his gaze.
"Yeah. Every Sheikah is branded at birth. That way, we can never forget which way our allegiance lies." I sighed, looking down at the ugly scars I hadn't even remembered were there. So much for a constant reminder.
"Does it hurt?" He whispered, pressing his hand flat against the marred flesh.
"Not any more. It used to. Now they're just a little sensitive." I squirm under his gentle touch. I want him to stop touching me, stop looking at me. I want to just forget that the scars even exist. They're ugly, and I don't want him to see them. I want him to think I'm beautiful.
"You are beautiful." He whispered, and it took me a moment to figure out that he wasn't actually responding to my thoughts. And then another moment, to figure out what he was actually saying.
I look down at him. Look at him, and let my eyes show the contents of my heart. Let him see the want, the need, the love. Didn't tell him, because that would be against the Sheikah way. But I show him. I show him my heart, and see the sunshine in his eyes. Not from within them, but reflected upon them. Reflected back from me.