fanfic is a bitch! some how for no reason this is all in like size 18 bold! gaaah why!... sigh, any wa short and cute. read if yeh want review if you do. menh! look at me my fic is for the seeing impaired ehn! who needs font this big ! how do i fix it? grrr... i give up.
Chickadee-- ch 11
Molly had managed to pull herself up onto the massive warhorse's back. She sat on the saddle with her knees pulled up to her chest. She could still feel the small knife where she had tucked it in her bootleg like she had seen Irchyne do. It was almost noon.
'Link should be back soon,' she realized. She clenched the pocket watch; the metal was warm in her hands now. She stared out at the crowd with out seeing the people. Somehow, her juvenile heart couldn't understand why she wanted to cry.
She heard the heavy footsteps coming toward her. She knew it was Link but she didn't turn to look at him. He was grumbling unhappily to himself under his breath as he took Epona's reins. She knew something had made him angry, and for a moment, she wondered if somehow he had found out already.
He was silent for a moment, she was didn't notice she was busy staring past the crowds.
"Molly," he said slowly coming around the side of the horse. She didn't resist when he gently slid her feet away from her chest and over the side of the horse. "Is this your blood," he asked just as slowly taking hold of the hem of her shirt, looking for any kind of rip in the fabric.
She shook her head.
"Molly…"
She threw her arms around his neck unexpectedly. And as much as she didn't want to she started crying, she just couldn't help it.
Link didn't know what to do for a moment. He never knew quite what to do when his charge started sobbing, thankfully she didn't do it often. So, he just let her cry for a bit.
And suddenly as she cried there, he realized that what ever had happened to his chickadee made his own miserable problem awaiting him at the castle unimportant.