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The Voice
30 – Birds of a Feather…Eugh

As luck would have it, Link didn't have to search very long for Saki or Harth, who would know where to find Teba. In fact, the search for Saki took no time at all seeing as Link literally ran into her the moment he descended into the village proper. It would make for a good story later on, he was sure, if only people would leave out the part where he tripped over his own boots, nearly went sailing down the stairs, and crashed face first into Saki's chest. Just about the only good thing about meeting her in a such a way was that his landing was surprisingly soft.

"Ah? Is that how Hylians greet each other? How very...familiar." Nonplussed, she stepped back and poked her beak into Link's chest. "My name is Saki."

Link thanked every god in existence for Saki's reaction. He didn't dare dream what would have happened if she'd misinterpreted the situation. Of course, the dream insisted upon itself anyway, and involved a long drop to smash him against the rocks, and then being fed to a nest full of sharp-beaked mouths, eagerly devouring him until there was nothing left save for a legendary sword and a foul-mouthed slate.

Face burning, Link nodded. "L-Link," he said. At this point, admitting that he'd more or less smooshed his face into her chest by complete accident was just...no. He could not afford a diplomatic scandal on top of everything else he had to juggle these days. Shaking his head, he looked up at her. "I'm s-sorry," his treacherous mouth said, ignoring his brain's decision on the matter. "I d-didn't m-mean to..."

Bloody hell, but she was tall! No wonder Link's face had hit that part of her, the top of his head only reaching her neck. Beautiful, too, in a bird-y sort of way. Her feathers were a light purple-ish colour, carefully preened with not a single one out of place or misshapen. She wore what appeared to be the normal attire for the avian people, a brightly coloured top and shorts-combo made to showcase the slender limbs and graceful figure common to their race.

She laughed him off, the corners of her beak lifting in a smile, her teal eyes watching him with amusement. "That is quite all right, sir," she said. "I saw your little...trip, and I am not offended." She paused, studying him a little closer. "You are...that is a Champion's tunic you are wearing, is it not? How peculiar..."

"Not as peculiar as giant birds walking around, but what do I know?"

Link closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. He loved Sheik, he really did, and was immensely grateful for his company, advice, and help, but was it truly so hard for the little shit to keep his mouth shut and not offend virtually every single person they encountered on their way? It was like the Sheikah had some sort of mental compulsion to make enemies of everyone that wasn't Link or Sidon (or Impa, if his scream was anything to go by).

Opening his eyes, he was surprised to find Saki still looking amused, her eyes on the slate. "I did hear Palu mention a second, unseen visitor with a foul disposition."

"Oh, I'll give you fowl—" Sheik began, but Link quickly flicked the mute switch on for the second time that day. Oh, he was going to pay for that later, he knew. Bad enough he'd interrupted Sheik, but in the middle of a pun? That was just...unforgivable.

"S-Sorry," Link said, shrugging helplessly. "He's a b-bit cranky t-today."

"Don't worry," Saki said, her smile falling a little. "If nothing else, he's a distraction from all the misery. I understand you've spoken to Kaneli, so I'm sure you know why we are not at our best today." She studied him a little closer. "Some of the others were mentioning something about a sword...have you...have you come to help us?"

Link nodded. "I have," he confirmed. "And I w-was looking f-for you, actually."

"Me? For what reason?" Saki asked.

"I n-need to find T-Teba," Link said. "K-Kaneli s-said you m-might know wh-where he is."

What little remained of Saki's veneer of cheer quickly dropped at the mention of her husband. "I see...and what is your intent with him?"

Link quickly (for a given value of the word quickly when his stutter was involved) explained what he needed. He'd come to tame the Divine Beast, but had no way of getting to it. Really, all he required was a lift, and he would take care of the rest.

"You were hoping to take advantage of Teba's guilt to get him to fly you, then?" she asked, her voice going a little flat, her eyes narrowing. "Bad enough that the village blames him for the attack when he wasn't even the one who suggested it, but here you come to drag him back into certain death? He has a son, you know. Do you intend to deprive him of a father?"

Link blinked. This wasn't how the conversation was supposed to go. It certainly wasn't what he meant to do. Based on Kaneli's words, Teba seemed to be the only warrior willing to have a second go at the Divine Beast—Link hadn't considered the guilt angle. Not that he would, of course. That was more Sheik's area than his. Link just wanted...he just wanted to help!

"Th-That is n-not m-my i-intention," he said, stutter worsening in the face of Saki's frightening glare. Those wings looked awfully powerful... "I w-want t-to help! I j-just n-need h-help t-to...t-to..." he trailed off, his tongue refusing to twist itself according to his vocalising needs.

Hylia, how pathetic could I possibly be? he wondered. Here I come, demanding to drag her husband back into a battle he's just lost, and I can't even explain myself properly. Some Hero, huh? Keep trying, keep trying...what kind of fucking motto is that? Why did it have to pick me? Why did my father have to bring me to the ceremony that day? I should've been left at home, so that some other, worthy knight could wield it instead of...instead of me...

He didn't even notice the angry, frustrated tears prickling in the corners of his eyes and running down his cheeks before Saki suddenly stepped closer, placing one large hand gently on his shoulder, while the feathers on the tips of the fingers on the other gently wiped the wetness away. He started, looking up at her. The glare was gone, replaced by a calm, tightly-controlled smile.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I let my anger get the better of me. Teba is...when he and Harth were the only ones to return, the village...they reacted poorly. My husband has never been one to show his emotions openly, but I could see how it affected him. Their words, their stares." She swallowed. "He feels responsible, and I fear he's willing to do anything to redeem himself in their eyes, including throwing himself back into the line of fire."

Link tried to pull away, feeling utterly pathetic, but her hold on him was surprisingly strong.

"And yet," she continued, "here you are, willing to do the same...for no other reason than to help us, to help all of Hyrule, right? I'm not an expert on Hylians, but...you are exceptionally young, aren't you, for such a self-appointed task?"

"I'm th-the Ch-Champion," Link managed to stutter out, hoping his face wasn't as much of a mess as it felt like. "I have t-to."

She sighed. "Master Revali was a Champion, but he perished just like the others when the Calamity came. You wear their colours, and wield an impressive-looking sword, but is that enough? Are you confident you won't suffer the same fate?"

"I've...t-tamed t-two Beasts already," Link said, calming down enough to give her a smile just as tight back. "Wh-What's t-two m-more?"

A pathetic attempt at humour, really, in a situation that had been bleak even before he'd arrived to bungle it all up, but it seemed to be appreciated, judging by the small chortle he got from Saki.

"You remind me of Teba," she said. "Same humour."

"I t-try," Link said.

Saki looked at him for a long moment, as if trying to analyse him from top to toe. Then she nodded. "Then I will try, too. If my husband insists on going up against Vah Medoh again, he will need all the help he can get. I am no warrior, but you certainly are, and you will need equipment. You must be freezing."

It had been forgotten in his moment of breakdown, but Link quickly realised he was shivering again, his teeth clacking together. "S-Sorry," he said. "T-Tunic's n-not exactly w-warm..."

"Mhm," Saki said, her eyes trailing to the bow on his back. "Where did you get that?" she asked.

Link needed a moment to remember. Oh, right. He'd gotten that from a dead bokoblin in Zora's Domain. He'd meant to find a replacement for some time, but it kept getting shunted to the bottom of his list of priorities. Food, usually, kept beating it. He told her as much.

"Well, that will simply not do," she said, her hand shifting from his shoulder to his back, pushing him forwards, towards the stairs. "Come with me—there is someone you should meet."

Harth was a severe-looking, grey-plumed Rito with the strangest head decoration Link had seen so far. Swept to the side in a style commonly worn by soldiers, it looked like he had hair on his head, almost black in colour. Only when he came a little closer did Link realise they were still feather, only very fine and soft-looking ones. Almost downy, even. He only got a moment to study it before he noticed the bandages wrapped around his right arm, the white cloth coloured red and dark-brown with old blood.

He regarded Link with a neutral expression (or as neutral as he was capable of, it seemed), holding his arm carefully. "And who might you be?" he asked.

To Link's relief, Saki took charge of the conversation immediately, probably realising how much a liability Link's inability to speak properly was at the moment. It made him feel more than a little pathetic, as well as wish he could take Sheik up on the offer he'd made in Hateno to speak for him...but he highly doubted the Sheikah would be interested in helping him right now, after getting muted like that.

"And he wishes to have a go at Vah Medoh, eh?" Harth asked, looking at Link again. "Far be it for me to deny him that. Why bring him here, though?"

"Look at this," Saki said, pulling the bow off Link's back. "This is what he's using."

Honestly, it made him feel a bit like a child, stuck between two scolding parents who disapproved of just about everything he did, especially when Harth took the ratty-looking bow, with its cracked wood, fraying string and generally shabby condition, and looked at with a critical eye.

"This is...without a doubt..." he said slowly, "the worst bow I have ever seen in my life. Have you been using this?" he asked. "How have you not accidentally hurt yourself with it?"

Link shrugged. "L-Luck?" he suggested.

Harth snorted (which, because of his beak, turned into a sort of whistling sound) and stood up, tossing the bow aside. His cabin was rather small, but he had an impressive-looking workbench with an attached cabinet stuffed into one corner, the surface of which was covered in wood shavings and feathers.

"If you intend to take on Vah Medoh, that pathetic little thing will do you no good, Mister Champion," Harth said, opening the cabinet to reveal an array of beautiful bows, the sort that would likely drain the Hero of Hyrule's Protection Fund several times over if Link tried to purchase one. Harth selected one of the bows, easily twice the size of Link's old one, and held it out to him. "Try this one."

Link took it carefully, and tested its weight, its flexibility. It took a great deal more effort to pull back the string, but that meant his shots would be more powerful, more accurate (provided he could actually aim worth a damn, which was really a fifty-fifty sort of thing in the heat of the moment). An amazing piece of work, definitely. He gulped.

"I c-can't afford th-this," he said, trying to hand it back, but Harth didn't take it.

"Consider it a loan," the grey-feathered Rito said. "Sooner or later, Vah Medoh will descend upon the village and destroy us all. What good will money do me then? If you and Teba survive the hell up there...well, you can bring it back to me."

A little overwhelmed at such a display of generosity towards a complete stranger, Link could do little but thank him. "I w-won't f-fail you," he promised.

"Whatever happens, the Great Eagle Bow certainly won't fail you," Harth said. "Master Revali once wielded the exact same kind, and he never missed a shot. Treat it well, Hylian."

"I w-will."

"Thank you, Harth," Saki said, eyeing his arm. "Will you be all right? Should I send for—"

"I'll be fine, Saki," Harth said, sinking back onto the pillows on the floor, wincing when the movement jostled his arm. "Just get him to Teba, before that feather-brained idiot decides to go at it alone. He never did have much of a self-preservation instinct."

Link thanked Harth again as Saki led him back outside, back down towards the platform.

"Knowing Teba, he will be at the Flight Range, preparing," Saki said, pointing to the north of the village. In the distance, Link could see some sort of wooden tower, just barely jutting out over the trees. She grumbled. "Wouldn't even come tell me, would he?"

Link nodded. He'd need the paraglider for this. A jump off the platform, and he'd make it about halfway up the hill leading towards the tower, if he were lucky. He wasn't looking forward to it. The wind was still beyond chilly, and he highly doubted the doublet in his pack would help—the cold on the slopes of the Plateau was nothing compared to the freezing winds up here.

"Just one more thing," Saki said, her hand once more on Link's back as she guided him back to and into the Brazen Beak, exchanging greetings with Nekk.

"Ah, and Master Link is with you as well," Nekk said, nodding. "Good to see you again, though I didn't expect I would so soon."

"M-Me neither," Link said, stuttering partly because of the cold. Why didn't the Brazen Beak have proper windows? He glared at the Snowquill outfit, still mocking him from its mannequin. Stealing it really was a tempting prospect at this point, but he'd never in a million years actually do it. After all, what kind of Hero would steal from those he intended to help?

"Nekk, I need a favour," Saki said, leaning across the counter and whispering into the reddish Rito's ear. At first, Nekk looked annoyed.

"Saki, you know I can't—"he began, but she cut him off with another round of whispering. He gasped. "You wouldn't!"

She leaned back, eyes narrowed. "I would," she said. "Now, what do you say?"

Nekk sighed, glaring at her. "Very well, but it had better not get damaged, you hear? It took a lot of materials to sew it."

"Thank you, Nekk, I knew you'd see reason," she said, turning back to Link and nodding at the Snowquill outfit. "Go ahead and take it, Link. I think you will need it up there...and down here, for that matter. You're turning blue."

He paused. "Wh-What?" he asked. First the bow, now the outfit?

"Go ahead," Saki repeated. "You won't be much good to Teba frozen solid, right? If I'm putting my husband's survival into your hands, I want you go be properly equipped."

Nekk looked supremely annoyed, but also nodded as Saki began removing the outfit from the mannequin.

"It is yours, Master Link," he said. "Consider it a...a..." he looked to be struggling with the next word. As a merchant, it was probably his least favourite word in the Common Tongue. "...a loan," he forced out. "For the brave warrior who seeks to challenge Vah Medoh."

Link wanted to cry. For what reason, he wasn't sure. Gratitude? Anger at his own ineptitude? Sorrow for the people who had to be saddled with him? This clearly depressing train of thought? It was a mystery, really, but all he could think of at the moment was just how warm and comfortable the outfit looked.

"You may change in there," Nekk said, pointing to a small alcove with a curtain in front of it.

He practically ran inside, clutching the outfit to his chest, and once he pulled on the soft and (above all) warm tunic, he did let out of a few tears...but at that moment he couldn't possibly care less.

"You look like one of us, now," Saki said after she'd more or less forced Link to set down and wait patiently as she undid the bun he'd kept his hair in up until now and carefully braided the headdress part of the outfit into it. It took all but a few minutes, but he still felt like this shouldn't have been something to prioritise at all. However, since Saki had taken pity upon him (it had to be that, right?) and gotten him a new bow as well as warm clothes, he supposed he could indulge her.

There weren't any mirrors for him to examine himself in, and he didn't dare pick up the slate at the moment for fear of what Sheik might do, but he could tell from the weight on the sides of his head that his hair was now arranged similar braids to the ones the Rito put the feathers on their heads into. How well it actually translated to hair, he wasn't sure, but again he was in no position to complain even if it looked ridiculous.

"Th-Thank y-you," he said as they once again stood on the platform. Revali's platform. It had been named after him, apparently. "F-For everything."

"Save the thanks for when you return," she said. "With Teba," she added.

He wasn't sure how to interpret that. Presumably he wasn't welcome back unless he brought Saki's husband with him. He rocked back and forth, testing his new boots. A little tight, but so much warmer than his old pair. For that alone, he vowed to bring Teba back.

"I w-will."

Saki nodded, stepping back. "Remember, the Flight Range," she said. "Due north. Just get to the tower. You will find the grump there, I'm sure. And if he argues, tell him he's being an idiot and that two warriors are better than one...even if one can't fly."

"At l-least I c-can g-glide," Link said, crouching down as he began to assemble the paraglider.

"Better than nothing," she said, nodding. "Good luck, Link."

As he took a running start and jumped off the platform, letting the canvas of the glider catch the wind and carry him northwards, Link found himself hoping he would actually be able to fulfil that promise. He looked up. His view of the flying Divine Beast was blocked by the canvas, but he knew the dark shape was up there, waiting.

I'll tame you too, he thought. Just you wait.

"You're the worst," Sheik said surprisingly calmly once Link had flicked the mute switch off. The hill was a lot steeper than he'd anticipated, and the deep snow was making it difficult to move faster than a snail's pace, but at least the Snowquill outfit was keeping him warm. Combined with the Sheikah mask and scarf, Link was about as snug as he could possibly get in these conditions. "Here I am, trying to help, and you just flick me off, and not in the fun way!"

"S-Sorry," Link said, not feeling sorry at all, and trying not to let his mind stray to the train of insanity that was the attempt at figuring out what Sheik could possibly have to flick that would be fun for anyone involved. "B-But I c-couldn't t-take the ch-chance on you offending her. I n-needed her help."

"Oh, so you were happy to let her reduce you to tears, eh?" Sheik asked drily. "Link, you almost had a panic attack right then—and I wasn't able to do anything to help you because you, as I said, turned my voice off. What if she hadn't realised what she was doing? What then?"

"I d-don't know," he admitted. "B-But she d-did, and th-that's what's important. And sh-she got m-me a n-new b-bow and c-clothes. Sh-She was n-nice!"

"After tearing you to pieces," Sheik said, huffing. "If you'd heard the words I had for her right then...well, let's just say it wouldn't have been you in tears."

Link listened with half an ear as he let Sheik rant. It was the least he could do after figuratively gagging him for the past hour or so. He felt guilty for doing so, but at the same time he didn't, because he highly doubted Saki would have been as charitable if he'd let Sheik voice his displeasure with the situation. She might even have actively rejected him, especially if Sheik had accidentally (or deliberately, for that matter) said something about Teba.

"...and why the hell does he look like an owl, anyway?"

Link blinked. How long had he been gone? "I d-don't know," he said, expertly pretending he'd been paying attention to the conversation. Apparently, Sheik had shifted his displeasure back to Kaneli. "D-Different species?"

"Possibly," Sheik agreed. "But why is he the only one?"

"Is it r-really important?" Link asked as he finally reached the top of the hill, and saw the small bowl-like depression in the mountainside the Rito apparently used for their flight range.

"Well, no, but..." Sheik trailed off. "I'm just curious, okay?"

"S-Save it for later," Link said, stomach sinking a little when he spotted the white-plumed warrior from before, sharpening a quiver of arrows beneath the tower. "And b-be quiet for n-now, okay?"

"Until he says something stupid," Sheik agreed. "Which will probably be the first thing out of his beak."

Link sighed.

Teba clearly hadn't been impressed the first time he saw Link back in the village. Frankly, Link wouldn't have been either, if he saw a curled-up ball of a Hylian shivering in what was probably a pleasant temperature, cradling his head like it was about to explode. It was a pathetic first impression, really, and he did not blame Teba at all for the very sceptical look he gave Link once he'd made his presence known.

"You again," he said simply, his hands stilling their task of sharpening the arrow. He had several grey hairs right above his eyes that grew at an angle that made them look like eyebrows...and extremely angry ones at that. No wonder he looked so unapproachable. "You were in the village," he continued. "What do you want?"

"M-My n-name is Link," Link introduced himself. "You're T-Teba, right?"

Teba nodded. "I am," he replied. "What do you want?" he repeated. "How did you find me?"

"S-Saki s-sent me," Link said. "I w-want to h-help you. W-With the B-Beast."

Teba's eyes narrowed at the mention of his wife, and he took in Link's appearance anew, staring particularly at the Great Eagle Bow on his back. "Took you to Harth, did she?" he said, mostly to himself, staring down at the arrow in his hands. "Figures." He looked back up at Link. "No offense, kid, but I don't think there's anything you can do to help. In case you haven't noticed, Vah Medoh isn't exactly down here on the ground."

"I kn-know," Link said, pointing up to the sky. "It's up th-there...wh-which is wh-why I n-need your h-help. C-Can you f-fly m-me up?"

Teba carefully began to sharpen the arrowhead once more. He seemed to be taking the fact that a random Hylian had just walked up to him and asked to join his attack with surprising ease, like it was something that happened every day.

"I could," he said. "But that would leave us both vulnerable to Vah Medoh's defences. I can't look after you up there—I need to be able to shoot."

"I c-can shoot," Link offered.

"That bow is nearly as big as you," Teba said, eyeing the weapon. "And you don't look like you could even bend the string. Besides, you have no idea what it's like up there—it's hell. The wind and conditions are one thing, but the Beast's defences are...unlike anything I've ever seen. It took out a whole wing of warriors in one go. This is something only warriors can do."

"I'm a w-warrior," Link said.

Teba frowned. "Experienced warriors," he appended. "A kid like you—"

"Excuse you!" Sheik screeched. "You're looking at the Hylian Champion, Tweety! He's got more experience under his belt than you can hope to gain in a lifetime, so you'd better show some respect! He's already tamed two Divine Beasts, while you got sent packing by one, so if anyone's got the right to condescend here, it's him! You should be fucking grateful he's offering to lend a hand! So you just shut up and take us up there!"

Link sighed, tapping the slate. "Wh-What do w-we say?" he asked pointedly.

Sheik paused. "Er...please?"

To his credit, Teba's expression didn't change even a little bit when a disembodied voice began to berate him. His eyes flickered to the slate for a moment before returning to Link.

"Tweety?" he asked.

"He d-does th-that," Link said helplessly, wondering how Saki and Teba could both take the presence of Sheik so lightly. Unwillingly, his mind came up with the most clichéd answer. Birds of a feather... Eugh. "He likes n-nicknames."

Teba finished sharpening the arrow and slid it back into his quiver, standing up with a sigh. "I've heard rumours about you, Champion," he said. "Kaneli thinks it's all a bunch of hooey, but if there is actually someone out there taming the Beasts and taking the fight to Ganon, I'm willing to help, especially if Saki sent you."

"Really?" Link asked, unable to believe it had been that easy to convince the Rito.

Teba nodded. "Your...friend has a point. I realise I can be...difficult to approach, and can be stubborn...but I am also not so prideful to turn down help that I severely need."

"Damn right I have a point, Tweety," Sheik said smugly.

"Shh!" Link hissed.

"Plus, I defy Saki at my own risk," Teba said, wincing a little at the thought of crossing his wife. "However, I don't know what you're capable of. I don't know your skills."

"What, taming two Divine Beasts doesn't tell you what he can do?" Sheik asked.

"I c-can handle m-myself," Link said. "Y-You don't h-have to w-worry."

"I do, actually," Teba said, walking around Link, sizing him up. "Because if I am to fly with you on my back, I won't be able to shoot because of your weight. I'll have to rely on your skills, and there is no way I am taking you up there without seeing those for myself." He stopped and pointed towards a series of targets set up at different heights and angles on the tower. "There's your targets, Hylian. Show me what you can do."

"Oh for...what good will being able to hit targets down here going to do him up there?" Sheik asked. "You said it yourself, it's hell! Besides, Link's already proven himself under fire with Vah Ruta—at least you won't be throwing him through the air like Sidon did!"

Teba paused, staring at the slate. "That would be Prince Sidon, then? Of the Zora?"

"Who fucking else?!" Sheik shouted.

Teba nodded calmly, like he wasn't being unnecessarily yelled at. "I see...still, the Great Eagle Bow is a formidable weapon, and I would like to see you use it before we even consider going up there," he told Link. "Plus, with the way the defences work...I may have to throw you around a bit."

Link studied the targets, willing himself to ignore that last bit. It had been unnerving enough to ride Sidon's back and flying through the air, even knowing that the (more or less) soft surface of the water waited below. If this was going to be more of the same, only with absolutely nothing but a deadly plunge to the ground far below to greet him if he or Teba missed...well...

The targets were all stationary.

"If I h-hit th-them all, w-will you t-take me up?" he asked. It was too late to back down now.

"Yes," Teba said, without hesitation.

Unslinging his pack, and then his bow, Link sighed. If he was going to embarrass himself, he might as well get it over with.

Except, he didn't. Unlike the bokoblin bow from before, which had a nasty habit of bending at the wrong moments and be far too brittle for any sort of accurate shots, the Great Eagle Bow remained steady. In his hands, it felt far more comfortable than any other bow he'd used so far. With it, he almost felt...confident. It fit better in his grip, much like the Master Sword had felt more like an extension of his arm rather than just a long piece of sharp metal. Pulling the string back was harder, but it felt right. It felt strong. The thrum of the string as it was released and flung the arrow forward in a perfect trajectory was...satisfying, as was the soft thunk of the arrowhead and shaft burying itself in very middle of the wooden target.

If this was what shooting a proper bow was like...well, it was no wonder his attempts at sniping bokoblin camps from a distance had always ended in disaster. Well, the time he'd accidentally ignited a cache of explosives was mostly a disaster for the enemy, but still!

Teba and Sheik remained silent as Link went to work on the rest of the targets. Occasionally, Teba asked him to stop, and then made Link position himself different, or move the target slightly, to make the shots more difficult to pull off...but Link still did.

Twenty targets in all, and all he needed was twenty arrows, each one striking the very middle. Link was just as surprised as Teba, as he stared at the last target, and then at the bow in his hand. His fingers, uncovered so he could shoot most accurately, burned from the friction against the wood.

"Holy hell," Sheik said after a long moment. "And you say you're not much of a Hero."

"Well," Teba said, "at least I know you can hit stationary targets. Things will be very different up there, though." He looked up, and Link did as well. Vah Medoh was still but a dark shape up there, occasionally disappearing behind a cloud.

"B-But you w-will t-take me, right?" Link asked.

"Yes," Teba said. "I will."

Eugh, this is so non-canon it physically hurts, but I decided to go with my own spin on the Rito, Saki, and Teba, because they're so blank in the game proper.

Anyway, Vah Medoh's next!