Down down down down the hill, Epona wisely and cleverly went through a bed
of rocks, strung on a thread of words that would lead her anywhere. Where
horse and rider began was not a matter for eyes or sane minds.
For both could see, hear, and feel. But it was one entity, one mind. You couldn't tell it unless you were able to get up close and see that bits of horse hair were growing slightly on the rider's fingers, and that human flesh had splotched under the horse's mane. Not without irony, that skin had goose bumps.
Down and Down, For he was busy getting lost Yet down the hill he went after, Frustrated, caked in mud, naked and desperate, His horse now dotting the horizon, racing clouds.
Songs are told of such tales, and will probably always be. Fatalism aside, Link's slowing pace was catching up on him. Leaning against the hilt of his sword, he breathed in deeply several times before exhaustion and depression kicked in. An odd thought entered his head at this precise moment, about a girl in white whose eyes. and he drifted down the sword and into the long grass.
Time washed over Link. No thoughts entered his brain. Somewhere in a field many distances from here, a girl whose eyes seemed to take over a room from all previous sources of light, and whose beauty was destined to bring kingdoms to their knees if only her drive hadn't done so first stood up and felt the wind head towards the east.
A wet tongue licking his face woke him up. Annoyingly so, into his nostrils. He reached up, grabbed his sword and hyperventilating, and drew his sword upon his own horse. within a hair of slicing open her open. Frozen, horse and rider looked at him. His hyperventilating scared them; the desperation in him filled the mountainside. He looked in all directions. Eyes in all directions, fear had smacked him in the face.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"You should be sorry!" snapped the girl; oddly enough Epona's mouth seemed to move in tandem. Link, too tired, stressed, and on edge to think of anything coherent, chose this precise moment to realize he was rather naked.
Trying to cover your naked self is awfully similar to trying to make love to a small rhinoceros. There's a lot of fumbling, frequent gasps of horror and amazement, and lots of awkward posing. Most important, though, is the nagging feeling that nothing none of the above will remotely answer anyone's questions. Rather, even if they'd speak to you again, you're not sure you'd want to associate with anyone who would.
"Stop, it's nothing I haven't seen before."
Link covered himself, not ironically, with his sword. She threw in disgust at him a brown sack. Looking at it, he realized this was the pathetic remnants of his kokiri past. Two sizes too small, it fit him haphazardly, but for now it served its urgent purpose.
The mysterious rider on the horse stared at him. Her eyes had no pupils, and her pale skin could be described as hinting at purple the way snow hints at twilight. This prolonged contest continued for a bit. Link was a bit unnerved, but felt too embarrassed to protest this particular awkward moment. She relented, and she and Epona turned to a mountain.
Link stood there for a moment. The situation had yet to wash over him. And in case it was about to, not moving seemed like the best procrastination possible.
"Aren't you coming?" said the girl, not bothering to so much as turn around. Link followed. Link would later recall that she said this with a hint of incredulousness, instead of disgust. This was profound to him, well, because sixteen year old boys are rarely proud of their naked ass.
This mountain was not impressive. Compared to its brothers that held tighter circles, this purple rock had sat on the range's outskirts. Not particularly tall, it hadn't even a dusting of snow at the top. Calling it a mountain too required a stretch of the imagination, but not by much. For it was as just as much a mountain as the towering peaks that gave way to its own personal evening in the mid afternoon. A small, cobblestone dwelling sat near it's summit, surrounded by shadows more often than the sun's own cheerful and warm opinion.
If anything would lay evidence that this was a mountain, the long unimaginative journey to the tiny house was thusly exhibit A. The lack of sunlight brought Link to a shiver. Investing in a pair of slacks, even tights (he hadn't minded them, once) would become a prerogative.
The girl dismounted the horse, and creaked open it's ancient grey door. It looked as though it was stone and brittlecake all at once, and it made a noise that protested movement as if wresting a sleeping child on happier mornings. Epona made her way for a long forgotten feed bin, but laying a finger on her head, the girl led the horse inside. Link was hoping the interior would be warmer than the mountainside, but found it much of the same.
He moved for a small fireplace, and had happily figured out many years ago how to start a fire, until the mysterious girl hit him with a stick. "Don't start a fire! Don't do anything!" She opened a small chest and withdrew many dark blue blankets. She forced them into Link's confused arms.
"Don't start a fire. I've worked too long for you, of all people, to give me away." Her eyes had nearly glowed in the premature twilight. The blankets felt as if they were covered in both hair and dirt, the former to a point and to completion with the latter. The urge to sit spilled over Link, as well as the urge to breathe with his mouth, to avoid the foul smell playing his nose with a bad joke.
Link felt somewhat comfortable. The girl took out an errant package of biscuits from the same chest as the foul blankets. They were hard, and split them she had to hit it against a partially broken table. She threw one at Link, and the other half of hers she gave to Epona. It was oddly chewy, thought the hylian, for something so hard. Epona gnawed quietly, happily enjoying her treat. It wasn't carrots, but few things were these days.
The girl settled in across from Link. Crumbs and saliva hit him as she spoke. "I suppose you're wondering why you're here.", and she waited a long time for a reply, before intentionally letting a chunk flew at Link when she next spoke "You rarely speak anymore, do you?"
"---no."
"Well cork that," she snapped, "few things are more repugnant than a man who keeps his thoughts for himself. I happen to find it greedy, and I have just so happened to have shared my meal with you. So beg my pardon, but I'm feeling the situation is askew."
"But I saved you, when that man."
"That thing you call a man wanted to do many bad things to me, none of them are my fault. Besides, he wouldn't have gotten very far. As far as you saving me, I don't think you quite get how indelibly stupid your chivalry was."
"He was going to take advantage of you."
"You're one to talk." Link realized she had only the silk blue gown on, while he was rather cozy. Smelly, but cozy.
"I'm sorry," attempted the boy, "but how is it you met that-" Link hesitated, trying to become an eloquent expert at this sort of thing, struggled to find a word and, ah yes, "bastard?"
"I reminded him of a girl he raped and killed. One might say he saw many of the same things in her as he did in me. He never really took the time to find out if she was alive or not, and felt that if she had indeed come back, that she was looking good enough for another shag."
"How is it you reminded him of her?"
The girl hesitated. Her hands trembled, and Link, while not astute to the ways women worked, certainly knew when he wasn't going to help the situation with more questions He decided to let it drop. "My name's Link."
"I know, Link, you're a hylian, an orphan," she said this all exasperatedly, as if listing the ingredients for soup for a neighbor when all one wanted to do was sleep, ". and let's not forget your most interesting title, the Hero of Time. An interesting title, that." Her voice perked up a bit at this final moniker, and a small smile glinted at Link. "My name's Terryn."
"How do you know all that?"
"I know a lot, fairy boy, because I stop and listened to the tales that have come my way. I paid close attention to the details. I felt the stories. but there is some doubt in my mind as to what happens next. which, Link, am where you probably fit in."
The boy shrank into the hairy blanket, shivering liberally, preparing himself for what may happen next. She seemed to speak past him, rather than directly at him. "You should take me to the Kaer."
"The Kay-urr?"
"Yes, that. you're going to take me there in the morning. It's not that far, but I don't think I'd go there by myself."
".why?"
"Some of us have better relations with those who dwell in the forests than others. Personally, I'd prefer to go it alone, but since you're here, one should make the best of things."
Link thought for a good amount of time at what this all meant, but he felt that it wasn't going to get him very far. The classic bit of standing and remaining silent seemed to be the best agreement/argument he could hope to muster.
And so, after a short amount of time, the day slipped into an evening gown and the sun went out. The girl fell asleep. Epona walked around the house a few times appreciatively, sniffing various furniture and cracks in the floor. Soon after, a little hylian boy had a very good night of sleep. Whatever the Kaer was, the sheer naïve thought was enough for that night to keep him from dreaming.
For both could see, hear, and feel. But it was one entity, one mind. You couldn't tell it unless you were able to get up close and see that bits of horse hair were growing slightly on the rider's fingers, and that human flesh had splotched under the horse's mane. Not without irony, that skin had goose bumps.
Down and Down, For he was busy getting lost Yet down the hill he went after, Frustrated, caked in mud, naked and desperate, His horse now dotting the horizon, racing clouds.
Songs are told of such tales, and will probably always be. Fatalism aside, Link's slowing pace was catching up on him. Leaning against the hilt of his sword, he breathed in deeply several times before exhaustion and depression kicked in. An odd thought entered his head at this precise moment, about a girl in white whose eyes. and he drifted down the sword and into the long grass.
Time washed over Link. No thoughts entered his brain. Somewhere in a field many distances from here, a girl whose eyes seemed to take over a room from all previous sources of light, and whose beauty was destined to bring kingdoms to their knees if only her drive hadn't done so first stood up and felt the wind head towards the east.
A wet tongue licking his face woke him up. Annoyingly so, into his nostrils. He reached up, grabbed his sword and hyperventilating, and drew his sword upon his own horse. within a hair of slicing open her open. Frozen, horse and rider looked at him. His hyperventilating scared them; the desperation in him filled the mountainside. He looked in all directions. Eyes in all directions, fear had smacked him in the face.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"You should be sorry!" snapped the girl; oddly enough Epona's mouth seemed to move in tandem. Link, too tired, stressed, and on edge to think of anything coherent, chose this precise moment to realize he was rather naked.
Trying to cover your naked self is awfully similar to trying to make love to a small rhinoceros. There's a lot of fumbling, frequent gasps of horror and amazement, and lots of awkward posing. Most important, though, is the nagging feeling that nothing none of the above will remotely answer anyone's questions. Rather, even if they'd speak to you again, you're not sure you'd want to associate with anyone who would.
"Stop, it's nothing I haven't seen before."
Link covered himself, not ironically, with his sword. She threw in disgust at him a brown sack. Looking at it, he realized this was the pathetic remnants of his kokiri past. Two sizes too small, it fit him haphazardly, but for now it served its urgent purpose.
The mysterious rider on the horse stared at him. Her eyes had no pupils, and her pale skin could be described as hinting at purple the way snow hints at twilight. This prolonged contest continued for a bit. Link was a bit unnerved, but felt too embarrassed to protest this particular awkward moment. She relented, and she and Epona turned to a mountain.
Link stood there for a moment. The situation had yet to wash over him. And in case it was about to, not moving seemed like the best procrastination possible.
"Aren't you coming?" said the girl, not bothering to so much as turn around. Link followed. Link would later recall that she said this with a hint of incredulousness, instead of disgust. This was profound to him, well, because sixteen year old boys are rarely proud of their naked ass.
This mountain was not impressive. Compared to its brothers that held tighter circles, this purple rock had sat on the range's outskirts. Not particularly tall, it hadn't even a dusting of snow at the top. Calling it a mountain too required a stretch of the imagination, but not by much. For it was as just as much a mountain as the towering peaks that gave way to its own personal evening in the mid afternoon. A small, cobblestone dwelling sat near it's summit, surrounded by shadows more often than the sun's own cheerful and warm opinion.
If anything would lay evidence that this was a mountain, the long unimaginative journey to the tiny house was thusly exhibit A. The lack of sunlight brought Link to a shiver. Investing in a pair of slacks, even tights (he hadn't minded them, once) would become a prerogative.
The girl dismounted the horse, and creaked open it's ancient grey door. It looked as though it was stone and brittlecake all at once, and it made a noise that protested movement as if wresting a sleeping child on happier mornings. Epona made her way for a long forgotten feed bin, but laying a finger on her head, the girl led the horse inside. Link was hoping the interior would be warmer than the mountainside, but found it much of the same.
He moved for a small fireplace, and had happily figured out many years ago how to start a fire, until the mysterious girl hit him with a stick. "Don't start a fire! Don't do anything!" She opened a small chest and withdrew many dark blue blankets. She forced them into Link's confused arms.
"Don't start a fire. I've worked too long for you, of all people, to give me away." Her eyes had nearly glowed in the premature twilight. The blankets felt as if they were covered in both hair and dirt, the former to a point and to completion with the latter. The urge to sit spilled over Link, as well as the urge to breathe with his mouth, to avoid the foul smell playing his nose with a bad joke.
Link felt somewhat comfortable. The girl took out an errant package of biscuits from the same chest as the foul blankets. They were hard, and split them she had to hit it against a partially broken table. She threw one at Link, and the other half of hers she gave to Epona. It was oddly chewy, thought the hylian, for something so hard. Epona gnawed quietly, happily enjoying her treat. It wasn't carrots, but few things were these days.
The girl settled in across from Link. Crumbs and saliva hit him as she spoke. "I suppose you're wondering why you're here.", and she waited a long time for a reply, before intentionally letting a chunk flew at Link when she next spoke "You rarely speak anymore, do you?"
"---no."
"Well cork that," she snapped, "few things are more repugnant than a man who keeps his thoughts for himself. I happen to find it greedy, and I have just so happened to have shared my meal with you. So beg my pardon, but I'm feeling the situation is askew."
"But I saved you, when that man."
"That thing you call a man wanted to do many bad things to me, none of them are my fault. Besides, he wouldn't have gotten very far. As far as you saving me, I don't think you quite get how indelibly stupid your chivalry was."
"He was going to take advantage of you."
"You're one to talk." Link realized she had only the silk blue gown on, while he was rather cozy. Smelly, but cozy.
"I'm sorry," attempted the boy, "but how is it you met that-" Link hesitated, trying to become an eloquent expert at this sort of thing, struggled to find a word and, ah yes, "bastard?"
"I reminded him of a girl he raped and killed. One might say he saw many of the same things in her as he did in me. He never really took the time to find out if she was alive or not, and felt that if she had indeed come back, that she was looking good enough for another shag."
"How is it you reminded him of her?"
The girl hesitated. Her hands trembled, and Link, while not astute to the ways women worked, certainly knew when he wasn't going to help the situation with more questions He decided to let it drop. "My name's Link."
"I know, Link, you're a hylian, an orphan," she said this all exasperatedly, as if listing the ingredients for soup for a neighbor when all one wanted to do was sleep, ". and let's not forget your most interesting title, the Hero of Time. An interesting title, that." Her voice perked up a bit at this final moniker, and a small smile glinted at Link. "My name's Terryn."
"How do you know all that?"
"I know a lot, fairy boy, because I stop and listened to the tales that have come my way. I paid close attention to the details. I felt the stories. but there is some doubt in my mind as to what happens next. which, Link, am where you probably fit in."
The boy shrank into the hairy blanket, shivering liberally, preparing himself for what may happen next. She seemed to speak past him, rather than directly at him. "You should take me to the Kaer."
"The Kay-urr?"
"Yes, that. you're going to take me there in the morning. It's not that far, but I don't think I'd go there by myself."
".why?"
"Some of us have better relations with those who dwell in the forests than others. Personally, I'd prefer to go it alone, but since you're here, one should make the best of things."
Link thought for a good amount of time at what this all meant, but he felt that it wasn't going to get him very far. The classic bit of standing and remaining silent seemed to be the best agreement/argument he could hope to muster.
And so, after a short amount of time, the day slipped into an evening gown and the sun went out. The girl fell asleep. Epona walked around the house a few times appreciatively, sniffing various furniture and cracks in the floor. Soon after, a little hylian boy had a very good night of sleep. Whatever the Kaer was, the sheer naïve thought was enough for that night to keep him from dreaming.