Malon's Journal
29th Day of Din's Second Month
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Author's Notes: Yes, it's been a while, but I *had* to update this. Hope you enjoy this (despite its length).
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29th Day of Din's Second Month; 1:48 pm.
Apologies are in order.
Journal, it has been a very long time since I wrote words on your fine, white pages---six days, to be exact. Can you believe nearly an entire week has passed? I'm terribly sorry, dear journal. But the events depicted in the previous entry had forced me to shut myself out from the world… If only for a little while.
I was miserable these past few days. And why? Because I was weak. I was stupid. And I was afraid. I will bet my life savings that Din, Nayru, and Farore are wagging admonishing fingers at me now from the heavens above… I couldn't stand living with the fact that Link, my dear friend Link, was mad at me. He'd good reason to be: I treated him coldly and withheld information---no, *feelings* from him, despite the promise we made as children to never do so. Heck, if he did to me what I him, I'd be pretty mad too!
It's bad enough I didn't make the effort to at least apologize or see him since I last saw him marching stoicaly out of Lon Lon Ranch…
I'm left wondering. Wondering many things, actually…
How is Fairy Boy doing?
Is he safe?
Is he bored?
Do his daily activities seem as routined and dull as mine?
Does he miss Lon Lon Ranch?
Does he miss Dad?
Does he miss Epona?
Does he miss…me…?
I apologize once more, journal, but I think it's best if I stop here and do something, anything, so long as I cannot dwell on my thoughts of Link right now. I'll write in you later. I promise!
'Malon
29th Day of Din's Second Month; 4:39 pm.
A will is born.
In the three hours that have passed, I've managed to do more than I have in the last six days---well, as far as my relationship with Link goes, anyway.
Note to self: it's friendship, not relationship. Stop writing relationship!
Journal, as weird as this may sound, I had an epiphany while I was replacing the cucco feed. I'm not crazy! Hear me out!
One of the female cuccos had pecked one of the males, er, a bit too hard on the face. The male was spooked and moved away from her. At first, the female grazed around the members of her family, afraid to go back to the miffed male she had harmed. After about a half hour's worth of my observation, she finally went to the male and, I guess, apologized to him. He seemed to forgive her---if cuccos are even capable of that…
Then it came to me.
I'm the female cucco and Link is the male cucco! I know it's a weird analogy, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
If I were to apologize to Link, would he forgive me like that male cucco did the female?
It's worth a shot, for I have nothing to lose.
' Malon
29th Day of Din's Second Month; 9:22 pm.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose. Nothing to lose. Nothing to lose.
So after many hours of picking through the batch of nothing but every dress I own, I managed to pick one. It was perfect. It wasn't the most expensive one but it was up there in terms of everything else. Beauty, quality, appeal… The dress is as blue as the sky above Hyrule (maybe a little lighter). Although it is simple, it goes to my kneecaps and it has a square collar, with no sleeves.
He'll forgive me.
Nothing to lose. Nothing to lose. Nothing to lose. Nothing to lose…
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