"So...how did you know to come here (the shoe store)?" Link asked, still
clutching a spot on his shoulder. "A revelation?" He laughed.
"No," Zelda chuckled. "I just realized that we were completely out of flour. So, I came here to buy some."
"Is...the food place near Meryl's store?"
"Yeah, it's on the way. I've still got to go."
"Meryl says she's going to the May festivity. She wasn't just bluffing to me, was she?"
"No, she's telling the truth. Meryl and I have been friends for almost as long as I can remember. She's a sweet thing, really. Of course, I had to change the story a bit to get my father to invite her." Zelda smiled. "Well... I've got a question for you."
"What?"
"Marth said that Meryl and her father were both outspoken. What did her father say?"
"Well he told me that he'd asked for seven rupees. He said that he needed to buy his daughter a birthday present."
"Oh yes, he's right," Zelda thought aloud. "So I suppose Marth got really angry that he'd ask a prince such a thing, and then he used his horse to beat him to a pulp."
"That...pretty much sums it up, yeah."
Zelda sighed. "Oh, poor Mr. Street. I hope he's all right. I'll have to go visit him in the hospital."
"So, just out of curiousity," Link started, "When is Meryl's birthday?"
"It's in...four days," Zelda answered.
"How nice," Link commented, grinning, and walking up to the front door of his house.
"Woah, how'd we get here?" Zelda asked in surprise. They had been concetrating so much on the conversation, that they'd walked into the woods and away from the marketplace.
"I don't know," Link answered truthfully. "But while you're here, do you want to borrow some flour?"
"Sure, thanks," Zelda accepted, smiling.
Link opened the door, and they walked in. He walked into the pantry, and came back holding a huge sack of the stuff.
"Well, this ought to last you a while," he laughed, handing it over to her. Showing a considerate amount of strength, Zelda took the sack.
"Thanks." Then she eyed his left shoulder, which seemed to be sagging slightly. "Are you sure you're all right? I mean, you already got into that fight this morning saving Hepburn. And you seemed to struggle a bit under the weight of this sack, and it's really light."
"I...I guess I'm just tired," Link stammered. "I'll be fine. Really."
But apparently, he didn't seem fine enough. Zelda put down the sack of flour, and shoved Link down onto a chair. In one cobra-quick move, she tore off the shoulder of his tunic.
"Ow! Pain!" Link moaned softly.
Zelda raised an eyebrow. "Funny, I thought a fighter of your status would've endured more pain than this."
"Oh, I have," Link assured her. "But that tunic was brand new."
"Sorry, I'll buy you another one." Zelda pulled up another chair and studied Link's injury. "Hmmm...looks like Marth got you bad."
"Ha. Don't rub salt in the wound."
"How'd you know I was going to do that?"
Link's eyes widened slightly. "What? It's just an expression!"
"Are you sure?" Zelda asked. "Sometimes salt can really help." Link shook his head vigorously, as Zelda stood up. "All right; fine." She went over to his sink, and wet a cloth. "Here." She covered the wound with the damp rag.
"Thanks princess."
Zelda was staring at her feet, when her head snapped up. "Oh, Goddesses! What time is it?!"
"Uh, one-fifteen."
"Great, I've got to go." Zelda peeled back part of the cloth, and lightly kissed Link's shoulder. "Hope you get better!" Blushing furiously, the lovely princess grabbed the flour and ran out the door.
Link sat there stunned. Then his friends came flying out of no where.
"Way to go, Link!" Roy congratulated, smiling hugely.
"I can't believe you got her to do it!" Conner laughed, shaking his hand. "Oh, I so envy you!"
"W-what're you talking about?" Link asked, walking back to his room to put on a new rip-free tunic. His four pals followed him, still grinning. "Hey...you guys weren't spying on me, were you??"
"Well not you," Mario answered. "We were spying on you, and the Princess Zelda!"
"So, we saw her kiss your shoulder," Brian explained. "In case you were wondering. It was an odd place to plant one, though."
"Look people: I just got into a little fight with Prince Marth earlier this morning," Link sighed, walking into his room and shutting the door.
"So that's why your sleeve was torn and bleeding," Roy mused.
"Yeah. That's why. Now I hate to be rude, but I could really use a bit of time alone, please. So could you guys...go home? And I mean that in the best possible way."
"Oh yeah, we get it," Brian answered. "Want to recollect a few recent events?" He chuckled.
"Actually, I wanted to revolve my thoughts around the tournament being held tomorrow."
"Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that. We have to go back home to practice, too. Okay, bye."
The three left the house, musing over what the prize might be this year for the winner.
Link walked out of his bedroom to an empty, peaceful house.
"No," Zelda chuckled. "I just realized that we were completely out of flour. So, I came here to buy some."
"Is...the food place near Meryl's store?"
"Yeah, it's on the way. I've still got to go."
"Meryl says she's going to the May festivity. She wasn't just bluffing to me, was she?"
"No, she's telling the truth. Meryl and I have been friends for almost as long as I can remember. She's a sweet thing, really. Of course, I had to change the story a bit to get my father to invite her." Zelda smiled. "Well... I've got a question for you."
"What?"
"Marth said that Meryl and her father were both outspoken. What did her father say?"
"Well he told me that he'd asked for seven rupees. He said that he needed to buy his daughter a birthday present."
"Oh yes, he's right," Zelda thought aloud. "So I suppose Marth got really angry that he'd ask a prince such a thing, and then he used his horse to beat him to a pulp."
"That...pretty much sums it up, yeah."
Zelda sighed. "Oh, poor Mr. Street. I hope he's all right. I'll have to go visit him in the hospital."
"So, just out of curiousity," Link started, "When is Meryl's birthday?"
"It's in...four days," Zelda answered.
"How nice," Link commented, grinning, and walking up to the front door of his house.
"Woah, how'd we get here?" Zelda asked in surprise. They had been concetrating so much on the conversation, that they'd walked into the woods and away from the marketplace.
"I don't know," Link answered truthfully. "But while you're here, do you want to borrow some flour?"
"Sure, thanks," Zelda accepted, smiling.
Link opened the door, and they walked in. He walked into the pantry, and came back holding a huge sack of the stuff.
"Well, this ought to last you a while," he laughed, handing it over to her. Showing a considerate amount of strength, Zelda took the sack.
"Thanks." Then she eyed his left shoulder, which seemed to be sagging slightly. "Are you sure you're all right? I mean, you already got into that fight this morning saving Hepburn. And you seemed to struggle a bit under the weight of this sack, and it's really light."
"I...I guess I'm just tired," Link stammered. "I'll be fine. Really."
But apparently, he didn't seem fine enough. Zelda put down the sack of flour, and shoved Link down onto a chair. In one cobra-quick move, she tore off the shoulder of his tunic.
"Ow! Pain!" Link moaned softly.
Zelda raised an eyebrow. "Funny, I thought a fighter of your status would've endured more pain than this."
"Oh, I have," Link assured her. "But that tunic was brand new."
"Sorry, I'll buy you another one." Zelda pulled up another chair and studied Link's injury. "Hmmm...looks like Marth got you bad."
"Ha. Don't rub salt in the wound."
"How'd you know I was going to do that?"
Link's eyes widened slightly. "What? It's just an expression!"
"Are you sure?" Zelda asked. "Sometimes salt can really help." Link shook his head vigorously, as Zelda stood up. "All right; fine." She went over to his sink, and wet a cloth. "Here." She covered the wound with the damp rag.
"Thanks princess."
Zelda was staring at her feet, when her head snapped up. "Oh, Goddesses! What time is it?!"
"Uh, one-fifteen."
"Great, I've got to go." Zelda peeled back part of the cloth, and lightly kissed Link's shoulder. "Hope you get better!" Blushing furiously, the lovely princess grabbed the flour and ran out the door.
Link sat there stunned. Then his friends came flying out of no where.
"Way to go, Link!" Roy congratulated, smiling hugely.
"I can't believe you got her to do it!" Conner laughed, shaking his hand. "Oh, I so envy you!"
"W-what're you talking about?" Link asked, walking back to his room to put on a new rip-free tunic. His four pals followed him, still grinning. "Hey...you guys weren't spying on me, were you??"
"Well not you," Mario answered. "We were spying on you, and the Princess Zelda!"
"So, we saw her kiss your shoulder," Brian explained. "In case you were wondering. It was an odd place to plant one, though."
"Look people: I just got into a little fight with Prince Marth earlier this morning," Link sighed, walking into his room and shutting the door.
"So that's why your sleeve was torn and bleeding," Roy mused.
"Yeah. That's why. Now I hate to be rude, but I could really use a bit of time alone, please. So could you guys...go home? And I mean that in the best possible way."
"Oh yeah, we get it," Brian answered. "Want to recollect a few recent events?" He chuckled.
"Actually, I wanted to revolve my thoughts around the tournament being held tomorrow."
"Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that. We have to go back home to practice, too. Okay, bye."
The three left the house, musing over what the prize might be this year for the winner.
Link walked out of his bedroom to an empty, peaceful house.