Disclaimer ~ Don't own Zelda; Never will.
A/N ~ I'm sorry! *cries* I took too long to write this chapter! I've been writing another fan fic for Teen Titans, so I've been confused a lot. Sorry. ^ ^;; Enjoy chapter 3!
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Chapter 3 - Feeling
Malon continued to ride off to the lake, galloping as fast as her horse would take her. There was no telling when Ingo might need her to do chores again that day. She had to pack in as much as she could with the free time that she currently had.
When Malon got to the entrance, she saw a figure by the labratory. 'Oh, it's just the lab guy,' she thought, waving at him happily after getting off by the water's edge. 'He must be testing the water again.'
"Now here's a good spot to sit, if the birds don't bother me," Malon said to herself, setting herself by one of the stone pillars that lay by the lake. She took a book out of a pocket from the sack she had put on her horse, and started to read. It was an old book that her mom had given her. It was a very nice book about horses.
"I never really had a chance to go through all of this," she said, reminising. "Ingo's so stupid to give me this time. He's actually letting me be happy!" She laughed to herself, but heard a voice behind her laugh also. She turned around quickly to see who it was. The voice had sounded very familiar, but she couldn't place a face.
"Hey." The boy from the market was standing behind her.
"Um...why are you here?"
"Well, that's a funny story," the boy said, scratching his head. "I went by Lon Lon Ranch to get some inspiration for my mask making, and a crazy guy ran out and gave me five rupees if I went to get you from the lake." He reached into his pocket to get the rupees. "See."
"I see," stated Malon, reaching to put her book back in her pack. "Well, it looks as though you ran all the way to find me. Would you like a ride back to the ranch?" She jumped on top of her horse and patted to the back part of the saddle, inviting him to come. "I'm sure you could even stay at the ranch for a bit."
With a joyful grin on his face, the boy jumped on the back of the horse. "Wow! Thanks a lot! This'll give me more time to work on my masks, too." He pulled out the goron mask that he'd been working on from his pack. "And I finished this if you'd like to see it."
"It's beautiful! I'll have to look at it closer when we get back," exclaimed Malon, kicking the sides of the horse. Just then she thought of something though; she hadn't asked the boy his name. "Oh my!"
"Huh?"
"I don't even know your name!" exclaimed Malon. "I feel kind of stupid now. Anyway...what is your name?"
The boy's grin grew wide. "The name's Rowlan. I wondered when you were going to ask me, " Rowlan laughed.
"Hey!" Malon's confused face turned into a pout. "That's mean, teasing me like that."
Rowlan's laughed slowly subsided. "Yeah, sorry. Just havin' some fun there, you know."
"Sure. Whatever you say Rowlan."
When they got to the ranch, Ingo was flailing his arms out frantically, calling them over to him. His face flushed with exaustion, he ran over to them nearly yanking Malon off the back of the horse. As they ran to the stable, Ingo explained that the cuccos had been let loose and were ambient. Every time he or Talon had tried to grab them, they started clawing and scratching them. And if you've ever had a cucco chase you, you'll know that it's never anything to joke about.
"OK, so the cuccos are all crazy and loose now. What do you want me to do about it?" asked Malon in an exasperated tone.
Ingo's face grew red. "What do you think, little missy? I want you to catch those darn cuccos!"
"You're joking! If you or dad can't, I'm never gonna be able to catch them!"
"I don't care! Just get out there and try! Do what you have to catch those stupid birds!"
Malon ran into the cloud of feathers that had gathered near the fence, and jumped in. She tried to grab at their feet, but their quick movements wouldn't allow her to. The cuccos clawed furiously at her, aiming at her arms, her face, anything that was visible. She rolled about them, trying to get away. Malon finally found herself being pulled up, out of the gathered birds. Rowlan positioned her behind him and pulled out a strange mask from his pack. It's features were like that of a cucco, but it seemed different somehow.
He pulled out a harp and began to play some sort of marching song. Rowlan's legs moved up and down to the beat of the music, and her marched over to the group of angry birds. The confident feeling that emitted from his body movements made Malon relax slightly. She knew that he'd somehow catch all of the cuccos. And just by watching how he walked among them reassured her thoughts.
Rowlan walked past each of them, playing the marching song on his small harp. Each of the cuccos trailed after him each time he came near them. Their violent actions were no more, and they seemed calm, mesmorized by the haunting marching tune. Rowlan continued this until every bird was behind him, marching along. He led them to the house and stopped his music once all of them were safely inside. Unfortunately, the last bird was too close, and attacked Rowlan while he was off guard. Only his right hand suffered though. He had dodged slightly at the sound of the shuffling cucco talons.
Malon ran to him. "Oh my gosh! Are you all right?" She grabbed his hand and took him to the sink upstairs to get it cleaned. She let the cool water run over his hand. Rowlan's pained expression quickly relaxed at contact with the cold liquid. "How did you do that?" she asked him, looking strait into his eyes.
"Well...you see...that's a funny story too." He rubbed the back of his head with his hand. "You saw me making masks out in the market place right? Well, my master taught me how to alter certain properties of the mask so it could do more than just look nice." Rowlan waited for a response from her, but she just continued to look at him. "The properties that I changed in that mask were the feeling of the mask."
Malon now looked questioningly at him. "How so?..."
"Well, I gave it a feeling of leadership, or confidence. And leaders are ment to be followed, so the cuccos followed me." Rowlan ended with a nervous grin.
"Oh," was all Malon could respond with.
"Yeah..."
"Cool!" Malon's eyes lit up. "What other things can you do?"
Rowlan smiled proudly and proceeded to explain the various properties a mask had. Each special property is what makes a mask appealing, but the hidden properties are what you can do with the mask. Malon sat on the bed, wrapping his hand with some cloth, and listened to the stories and Rowlan told about the thing's he'd done and what his master had taught him.
After the story telling, Malon asked her father if Rowlan could stay at the ranch while he carved his masks. Knowing that they owed the boy a favor for gathering the cuccos up, Talon let him stay. He gave Rowlan the tower at the far end of the ranch, and permission to do what he pleased with it. Rowlan then got set on cleaning it up, and designing his workspace.
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A/N ~ Hope you enjoyed it! Like I said, I'm writing another fan fic at the same time, so I started getting my ideas mixed up. ^ ^;; Oh well. I think this turned out well, despite the time it took me to write it. I'm really into it now, so everything should run smoother. If you have any suggestions to helping me make this better, just review! It doesn't take long! ;) Later days my fans!
A/N ~ I'm sorry! *cries* I took too long to write this chapter! I've been writing another fan fic for Teen Titans, so I've been confused a lot. Sorry. ^ ^;; Enjoy chapter 3!
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Chapter 3 - Feeling
Malon continued to ride off to the lake, galloping as fast as her horse would take her. There was no telling when Ingo might need her to do chores again that day. She had to pack in as much as she could with the free time that she currently had.
When Malon got to the entrance, she saw a figure by the labratory. 'Oh, it's just the lab guy,' she thought, waving at him happily after getting off by the water's edge. 'He must be testing the water again.'
"Now here's a good spot to sit, if the birds don't bother me," Malon said to herself, setting herself by one of the stone pillars that lay by the lake. She took a book out of a pocket from the sack she had put on her horse, and started to read. It was an old book that her mom had given her. It was a very nice book about horses.
"I never really had a chance to go through all of this," she said, reminising. "Ingo's so stupid to give me this time. He's actually letting me be happy!" She laughed to herself, but heard a voice behind her laugh also. She turned around quickly to see who it was. The voice had sounded very familiar, but she couldn't place a face.
"Hey." The boy from the market was standing behind her.
"Um...why are you here?"
"Well, that's a funny story," the boy said, scratching his head. "I went by Lon Lon Ranch to get some inspiration for my mask making, and a crazy guy ran out and gave me five rupees if I went to get you from the lake." He reached into his pocket to get the rupees. "See."
"I see," stated Malon, reaching to put her book back in her pack. "Well, it looks as though you ran all the way to find me. Would you like a ride back to the ranch?" She jumped on top of her horse and patted to the back part of the saddle, inviting him to come. "I'm sure you could even stay at the ranch for a bit."
With a joyful grin on his face, the boy jumped on the back of the horse. "Wow! Thanks a lot! This'll give me more time to work on my masks, too." He pulled out the goron mask that he'd been working on from his pack. "And I finished this if you'd like to see it."
"It's beautiful! I'll have to look at it closer when we get back," exclaimed Malon, kicking the sides of the horse. Just then she thought of something though; she hadn't asked the boy his name. "Oh my!"
"Huh?"
"I don't even know your name!" exclaimed Malon. "I feel kind of stupid now. Anyway...what is your name?"
The boy's grin grew wide. "The name's Rowlan. I wondered when you were going to ask me, " Rowlan laughed.
"Hey!" Malon's confused face turned into a pout. "That's mean, teasing me like that."
Rowlan's laughed slowly subsided. "Yeah, sorry. Just havin' some fun there, you know."
"Sure. Whatever you say Rowlan."
When they got to the ranch, Ingo was flailing his arms out frantically, calling them over to him. His face flushed with exaustion, he ran over to them nearly yanking Malon off the back of the horse. As they ran to the stable, Ingo explained that the cuccos had been let loose and were ambient. Every time he or Talon had tried to grab them, they started clawing and scratching them. And if you've ever had a cucco chase you, you'll know that it's never anything to joke about.
"OK, so the cuccos are all crazy and loose now. What do you want me to do about it?" asked Malon in an exasperated tone.
Ingo's face grew red. "What do you think, little missy? I want you to catch those darn cuccos!"
"You're joking! If you or dad can't, I'm never gonna be able to catch them!"
"I don't care! Just get out there and try! Do what you have to catch those stupid birds!"
Malon ran into the cloud of feathers that had gathered near the fence, and jumped in. She tried to grab at their feet, but their quick movements wouldn't allow her to. The cuccos clawed furiously at her, aiming at her arms, her face, anything that was visible. She rolled about them, trying to get away. Malon finally found herself being pulled up, out of the gathered birds. Rowlan positioned her behind him and pulled out a strange mask from his pack. It's features were like that of a cucco, but it seemed different somehow.
He pulled out a harp and began to play some sort of marching song. Rowlan's legs moved up and down to the beat of the music, and her marched over to the group of angry birds. The confident feeling that emitted from his body movements made Malon relax slightly. She knew that he'd somehow catch all of the cuccos. And just by watching how he walked among them reassured her thoughts.
Rowlan walked past each of them, playing the marching song on his small harp. Each of the cuccos trailed after him each time he came near them. Their violent actions were no more, and they seemed calm, mesmorized by the haunting marching tune. Rowlan continued this until every bird was behind him, marching along. He led them to the house and stopped his music once all of them were safely inside. Unfortunately, the last bird was too close, and attacked Rowlan while he was off guard. Only his right hand suffered though. He had dodged slightly at the sound of the shuffling cucco talons.
Malon ran to him. "Oh my gosh! Are you all right?" She grabbed his hand and took him to the sink upstairs to get it cleaned. She let the cool water run over his hand. Rowlan's pained expression quickly relaxed at contact with the cold liquid. "How did you do that?" she asked him, looking strait into his eyes.
"Well...you see...that's a funny story too." He rubbed the back of his head with his hand. "You saw me making masks out in the market place right? Well, my master taught me how to alter certain properties of the mask so it could do more than just look nice." Rowlan waited for a response from her, but she just continued to look at him. "The properties that I changed in that mask were the feeling of the mask."
Malon now looked questioningly at him. "How so?..."
"Well, I gave it a feeling of leadership, or confidence. And leaders are ment to be followed, so the cuccos followed me." Rowlan ended with a nervous grin.
"Oh," was all Malon could respond with.
"Yeah..."
"Cool!" Malon's eyes lit up. "What other things can you do?"
Rowlan smiled proudly and proceeded to explain the various properties a mask had. Each special property is what makes a mask appealing, but the hidden properties are what you can do with the mask. Malon sat on the bed, wrapping his hand with some cloth, and listened to the stories and Rowlan told about the thing's he'd done and what his master had taught him.
After the story telling, Malon asked her father if Rowlan could stay at the ranch while he carved his masks. Knowing that they owed the boy a favor for gathering the cuccos up, Talon let him stay. He gave Rowlan the tower at the far end of the ranch, and permission to do what he pleased with it. Rowlan then got set on cleaning it up, and designing his workspace.
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A/N ~ Hope you enjoyed it! Like I said, I'm writing another fan fic at the same time, so I started getting my ideas mixed up. ^ ^;; Oh well. I think this turned out well, despite the time it took me to write it. I'm really into it now, so everything should run smoother. If you have any suggestions to helping me make this better, just review! It doesn't take long! ;) Later days my fans!