III. The Screaming Weasels
"HYAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
It was the cry of the Hero. Had there been any Moblins or Octoroks in the area, they would have known that cry and frozen in terror. As it was, the squirrels paid little attention.
The Hero dove for and caught the Frisbee, and executed a perfect roll, ending with a quick flick of the wrist - with finely honed aim from years of boomerang practice - that sent the Frisbee through the goal.
"Wooohoo!" Ben, Link's dorm roommate and captain of Delaney Hall's Ultimate Frisbee team, the Screaming Weasels, did a little victory dance. The Weasels cheered. The other team, the Niblets from Cullen Hall, groaned. "We're in the finals, man!"
Link raised an eyebrow.
"Well, eventually," Ben added. "I mean, the semester's just starting, but WOOHOO! With you on the team, we are gonna CREAM 'em!"
Link grinned. He picked up his green baseball cap, which had fallen off in his dive for the Frisbee, and tugged it over his messy hair - but not his ears. Segundus U. really did take a lot of foreign students, from all over. In Delaney Hall alone, there were two Middle-Earth elves, a Munchkinlander and a Discworld troll, Mica, who could hardly fit up the stairs. There was actually a Hyrulean Students' Association - he'd have to go to a meeting sometime when he got homesick. Hiding his ears wasn't necessary.
Although he liked his old hat better. Ben had explained on his first day, though, that the hat to wear in college was a baseball cap, and had demonstrated the correct, elaborate way to bend the brim of a new hat so it looked old. College was strange.
Luckily it was also full of things Link was good at. Baseball, for one. If it involved hitting something with a stick, Link was the best. His favorite, though, was Ultimate Frisbee. Just like a really good boss fight - and the best part was, you didn't have to kill anyone.
No horses, though. He missed Epona.
But all in all, he thought, walking back to the dorm with his laughing buddies, this was great. He wasn't getting shot at with arrows, stabbed with swords, or absorbed by parasites that wanted his shield. No evil sorcerers were about to claim control of Segundus University and then turn into giant pig-monsters.
And he was starting to fit in. Which was all he'd ever wanted.