A/N: Thank you, guys! I realize that I haven't described myself yet!
It's sort of hard to work in, but I've thought about it and found something
that might work. Me, being somewhat of an aspiring author, can use all the
help I can get, and if you have any suggestions or comments (especially
comments), you know what to do. My chapters are (generally) getting longer,
you may have realized. I am working a bit past my curfew to get each
episode done (I am Link's age), and I like getting each one on the site as
soon as possible for any curious readers (you know who you are).~ Those
dark silhouettes loomed on patient wings above us, yet it was their voices
that revealed their true nature...
High above, faint like a breath of the cool sea breeze, a voice, sweet and modest and mild came in direction to her partner. "Oh, Prince Komali, please stop messing around!" She had an accent, the likes of which I'd never heard before. It was somewhat like an English one, with traces of something yet to be named, and it had a calming affect on me, though I stood in terror beneath her. "We've GOT to find the others, just got to!"
"Ahhh, you're just as an attendant should be, I suppose, but we shouldn't worry. The wind is steady beneath our wings, and you know how tough everyone is." The Prince's voice had a slight lisp.
I eyed Link for a moment. He took a glance at me, and then shouted toward the near-blue sky: "Hoy! Komali, Medli! We're down here!" Both creatures angled their beaks down at us.
"Oh, thank Din! Link!" The one supposedly called Medli said with gentle relief. They circled down, not as graceful as most birds one could name, but they were overjoyed, and sometimes that's the only thing that matters.
Medli landed first, stumbling in her hurry, and before I could comprehend her appearance, had run up to Link and hugged him around the neck. Sienna feathers striped with white floated everywhere like a bizarre fall of snow. When I looked at Link, I couldn't help but laugh. The bird- girl's wings created a sort of soft halo around his face, and he, seeing me watching so forlornly at the side, laughed a bit himself. From what I saw of the girl's back, her feathery arms were the only abnormality. She donned a very simple blue-grey dress with boots that gave an innuendo of bird's feet, wore a waist-long mahogany ponytail, and carried a breathtakingly beautiful gilded harp on her back, polished so well that I could see myself in it as if my image was embedded in the metal.
I didn't think I looked half bad for your normal Boulviddarian girl: my cheekbones were high, my complexion somewhat dark, and my eyes a deep chocolate brown. My black hair cascaded over my shoulders, and I wore the cowboy hat with the fishing lures hung from it: the one left behind when Mother died. I was beginning to get a figure, which was saying something at my school, though no one had ever showed any interest in me. My aunt Siagon told me it was because most guys aren't that fond of intelligent women. My clothing was mismatched; a rather revealing parti-colored peasant top (I wore a striped shirt under it so I wouldn't be as uncomfortable) and a pair of baggy, patched jeans. My scarlet boots were scuffed, and one ebony bracelet hung from each of my slender wrists.
"Medli? Could you leggo already? You're tickling my nose." Link said, trying not to sneeze. She giggled in her lovely modest sort of way, unhooked her arms, and backed away. Her smock, stamped with rust colored symbols, danced on the wind.
"I'm sorry, Link. I was just so worried! I just wouldn't know what I would do if you... if you..." She trailed off, and noticed me standing there. Her feathers seemed to vanish in an instant as she looked me over. The Prince landed much more gracefully beside her, and his plumage did the same.
"Medli, this is Anni. If it weren't for her, I'd have gone belly-up ages ago." He said, gesturing towards me and gave me that plucky kind of smile of his.
"Oh, Link. I'm sure you would've come to on your own."
"Oh, please accept our gratitude." Said Medli, bowing her head humbly, oblivious to what I'd just said. She looked up and curtseyed. "My name is Medli, and I'm much honored to meet you, especially after what you did for Link." The fact that both she and the Prince had hawk-orange eyes and beaks instead of noses made me somewhat uncomfortable, yet they were so polite it seemed wrong to stare. They also had the same pointed ears as Link. "This is Prince Komali, the one to which I am a most humble attendant."
"We Rito are much obliged." nodded Komali with great dignity. He was very believably a prince, garbed in a red robe and various gilded pieces, wearing those strange boots that reminded one of bird's feet. A long sword in a scabbard was tied to his waist, and he wore a leather pouch across his left shoulder. Something inside the pouch squealed eerily, making me jump. "Oh," He laughed, untying the bag. "This is Makar, the Korok. Surely he wishes to thank you, too. " He lifted out a little green handful of a being that resembled something like a short sapling wearing a mask made from a leaf. It was the size of your normal teddy bear, and I must say, just as cute.
"It's about time you let me out of there! I can't believe Link's all right if all I see is darkness!" It squeaked. It glanced at Link, then, with a smile on its voice (its face was obscured if it had one) said. "Well, these two haven't left me much to say, but thank you very much. I'd play you something on my fiddle, but..." Makar and Medli exchanged an awkward look.
"What?" Link inquired, frowning a bit for the first time.
"Well... The weather hasn't been kind to our instruments." Murmured Medli. "My harp is all out of tune."
"And she can't tune it on my violin because...because- Just look at it!" Makar pulled a leafy-looking fiddle from thin air and bowed it twice. A deranged sound was omitted from it and the Korok cringed as one of the strings snapped. "Second one this morning." Moaned the creature, shaking what you could call its head.
"Well, it's the thought that counts." I smiled. "I'm sure your fiddling would sound wonderful, Makar, honest. ... I think there's an instrument supply shop back in town: we could get it looked at. And Medli, you could tune your harp off of our piano." They all grinned.
"Oh, how thoughtful! You'd really let me?" The Rito girl said in delight.
"Perhaps you really are a life-saver." squealed Makar eagerly.
Link beamed as if I'd done something right and said, somewhat regretfully: "I don't mean to burst our bubble or anything, but how about Tetra and the pirates?" They all exchanged glances. "Komali, did you see anything from the air?" Komali suddenly smiled.
"Oh yes, Link. Did you realize we've hit the Mainland?" The Prince's tone was triumphant and excited, just as Link's had been when I'd mentioned it. "We've finally done it!"
"I told him." I said. Komali nodded slowly like he'd expected me to. I was about to ask them why this was such a big deal when Makar interrupted.
"Why doesn't anyone tell me these things?" Makar grumbled. "Just leave me out because I'm the little guy in the bag. Hmmph."
"Apologies, Makar." Link, Medli and Komali chorused.
"Sorry, but why are you so glad you landed here?" I asked, taking my opportunity to speak before they got into deep conversation again and left me out.
"I should be sorry. We're just chatting on, and you haven't a clue what about. " Link shook his head apologetically. "Y'see, we're all islanders from the Great Sea, and we've been searching for someplace with more land for a mighty long time; so we could maybe start a settlement or something." He paused and shrugged. "I, myself am from Outset Island. Palm trees, seagulls, plenty of leisure time." He sighed as he sank into the bliss of his own memories, which I decided he often did.
"Komali and I are from Dragon Roost, where he rules below his father and I attend to both he and the Great Valoo." Medli added. "The whole of it is the post office of the known Great Sea."
"B-e-a-utiful place." Murmured Link thoughtfully, half to himself, half to me. "Always warm, perfect zephyr comin' through there. Worth visiting once or twice."
"I suspect you've never received a letter from a Rito, though. This is much too far north." Komali said, attempting businesslike behavior, though he was really fighting off the flattery he'd received from Link.
"How about you, Makar?" I took the liberty of asking. "What island are you from?" Not that I had any idea where any of these places were, but I was as interested as anyone.
"Forest Haven, home of the Deku Tree." It squealed. "Everywhere you look, there's green."
"And every once in a while, a man-eating Boko Baba." Link grinned. "'Course, we fixed that, didn't we, Makar?"
"Err... yeah." The Korok blushed greenish-pink.
"Had to go in and save him." Link continued, with only a slight bit of pride. "Little guy got himself swallowed up by a giant... thing called Kalle Demos." The Korok seemed embarrassed by this memory.
"Well, I made up for it, didn't I?" the Korok added quickly.
"Yeah." shrugged the Outset islander, blowing his yellow bangs out of his eyes. "You rescue me, I rescue you. Been going like that since the beginning of time, I guess."
"Speaking of 'time'," A female voice said, filled with sass and savvy. "Why's everyone just standing around wasting it? Sheesh..."
We all looked up toward the hills, where a girl stood with fierce ice-blue eyes and lips curled into a sly grin. Six men of different size and stature stood around her. They could've been none other than the infamous Tetra and her pirates.
High above, faint like a breath of the cool sea breeze, a voice, sweet and modest and mild came in direction to her partner. "Oh, Prince Komali, please stop messing around!" She had an accent, the likes of which I'd never heard before. It was somewhat like an English one, with traces of something yet to be named, and it had a calming affect on me, though I stood in terror beneath her. "We've GOT to find the others, just got to!"
"Ahhh, you're just as an attendant should be, I suppose, but we shouldn't worry. The wind is steady beneath our wings, and you know how tough everyone is." The Prince's voice had a slight lisp.
I eyed Link for a moment. He took a glance at me, and then shouted toward the near-blue sky: "Hoy! Komali, Medli! We're down here!" Both creatures angled their beaks down at us.
"Oh, thank Din! Link!" The one supposedly called Medli said with gentle relief. They circled down, not as graceful as most birds one could name, but they were overjoyed, and sometimes that's the only thing that matters.
Medli landed first, stumbling in her hurry, and before I could comprehend her appearance, had run up to Link and hugged him around the neck. Sienna feathers striped with white floated everywhere like a bizarre fall of snow. When I looked at Link, I couldn't help but laugh. The bird- girl's wings created a sort of soft halo around his face, and he, seeing me watching so forlornly at the side, laughed a bit himself. From what I saw of the girl's back, her feathery arms were the only abnormality. She donned a very simple blue-grey dress with boots that gave an innuendo of bird's feet, wore a waist-long mahogany ponytail, and carried a breathtakingly beautiful gilded harp on her back, polished so well that I could see myself in it as if my image was embedded in the metal.
I didn't think I looked half bad for your normal Boulviddarian girl: my cheekbones were high, my complexion somewhat dark, and my eyes a deep chocolate brown. My black hair cascaded over my shoulders, and I wore the cowboy hat with the fishing lures hung from it: the one left behind when Mother died. I was beginning to get a figure, which was saying something at my school, though no one had ever showed any interest in me. My aunt Siagon told me it was because most guys aren't that fond of intelligent women. My clothing was mismatched; a rather revealing parti-colored peasant top (I wore a striped shirt under it so I wouldn't be as uncomfortable) and a pair of baggy, patched jeans. My scarlet boots were scuffed, and one ebony bracelet hung from each of my slender wrists.
"Medli? Could you leggo already? You're tickling my nose." Link said, trying not to sneeze. She giggled in her lovely modest sort of way, unhooked her arms, and backed away. Her smock, stamped with rust colored symbols, danced on the wind.
"I'm sorry, Link. I was just so worried! I just wouldn't know what I would do if you... if you..." She trailed off, and noticed me standing there. Her feathers seemed to vanish in an instant as she looked me over. The Prince landed much more gracefully beside her, and his plumage did the same.
"Medli, this is Anni. If it weren't for her, I'd have gone belly-up ages ago." He said, gesturing towards me and gave me that plucky kind of smile of his.
"Oh, Link. I'm sure you would've come to on your own."
"Oh, please accept our gratitude." Said Medli, bowing her head humbly, oblivious to what I'd just said. She looked up and curtseyed. "My name is Medli, and I'm much honored to meet you, especially after what you did for Link." The fact that both she and the Prince had hawk-orange eyes and beaks instead of noses made me somewhat uncomfortable, yet they were so polite it seemed wrong to stare. They also had the same pointed ears as Link. "This is Prince Komali, the one to which I am a most humble attendant."
"We Rito are much obliged." nodded Komali with great dignity. He was very believably a prince, garbed in a red robe and various gilded pieces, wearing those strange boots that reminded one of bird's feet. A long sword in a scabbard was tied to his waist, and he wore a leather pouch across his left shoulder. Something inside the pouch squealed eerily, making me jump. "Oh," He laughed, untying the bag. "This is Makar, the Korok. Surely he wishes to thank you, too. " He lifted out a little green handful of a being that resembled something like a short sapling wearing a mask made from a leaf. It was the size of your normal teddy bear, and I must say, just as cute.
"It's about time you let me out of there! I can't believe Link's all right if all I see is darkness!" It squeaked. It glanced at Link, then, with a smile on its voice (its face was obscured if it had one) said. "Well, these two haven't left me much to say, but thank you very much. I'd play you something on my fiddle, but..." Makar and Medli exchanged an awkward look.
"What?" Link inquired, frowning a bit for the first time.
"Well... The weather hasn't been kind to our instruments." Murmured Medli. "My harp is all out of tune."
"And she can't tune it on my violin because...because- Just look at it!" Makar pulled a leafy-looking fiddle from thin air and bowed it twice. A deranged sound was omitted from it and the Korok cringed as one of the strings snapped. "Second one this morning." Moaned the creature, shaking what you could call its head.
"Well, it's the thought that counts." I smiled. "I'm sure your fiddling would sound wonderful, Makar, honest. ... I think there's an instrument supply shop back in town: we could get it looked at. And Medli, you could tune your harp off of our piano." They all grinned.
"Oh, how thoughtful! You'd really let me?" The Rito girl said in delight.
"Perhaps you really are a life-saver." squealed Makar eagerly.
Link beamed as if I'd done something right and said, somewhat regretfully: "I don't mean to burst our bubble or anything, but how about Tetra and the pirates?" They all exchanged glances. "Komali, did you see anything from the air?" Komali suddenly smiled.
"Oh yes, Link. Did you realize we've hit the Mainland?" The Prince's tone was triumphant and excited, just as Link's had been when I'd mentioned it. "We've finally done it!"
"I told him." I said. Komali nodded slowly like he'd expected me to. I was about to ask them why this was such a big deal when Makar interrupted.
"Why doesn't anyone tell me these things?" Makar grumbled. "Just leave me out because I'm the little guy in the bag. Hmmph."
"Apologies, Makar." Link, Medli and Komali chorused.
"Sorry, but why are you so glad you landed here?" I asked, taking my opportunity to speak before they got into deep conversation again and left me out.
"I should be sorry. We're just chatting on, and you haven't a clue what about. " Link shook his head apologetically. "Y'see, we're all islanders from the Great Sea, and we've been searching for someplace with more land for a mighty long time; so we could maybe start a settlement or something." He paused and shrugged. "I, myself am from Outset Island. Palm trees, seagulls, plenty of leisure time." He sighed as he sank into the bliss of his own memories, which I decided he often did.
"Komali and I are from Dragon Roost, where he rules below his father and I attend to both he and the Great Valoo." Medli added. "The whole of it is the post office of the known Great Sea."
"B-e-a-utiful place." Murmured Link thoughtfully, half to himself, half to me. "Always warm, perfect zephyr comin' through there. Worth visiting once or twice."
"I suspect you've never received a letter from a Rito, though. This is much too far north." Komali said, attempting businesslike behavior, though he was really fighting off the flattery he'd received from Link.
"How about you, Makar?" I took the liberty of asking. "What island are you from?" Not that I had any idea where any of these places were, but I was as interested as anyone.
"Forest Haven, home of the Deku Tree." It squealed. "Everywhere you look, there's green."
"And every once in a while, a man-eating Boko Baba." Link grinned. "'Course, we fixed that, didn't we, Makar?"
"Err... yeah." The Korok blushed greenish-pink.
"Had to go in and save him." Link continued, with only a slight bit of pride. "Little guy got himself swallowed up by a giant... thing called Kalle Demos." The Korok seemed embarrassed by this memory.
"Well, I made up for it, didn't I?" the Korok added quickly.
"Yeah." shrugged the Outset islander, blowing his yellow bangs out of his eyes. "You rescue me, I rescue you. Been going like that since the beginning of time, I guess."
"Speaking of 'time'," A female voice said, filled with sass and savvy. "Why's everyone just standing around wasting it? Sheesh..."
We all looked up toward the hills, where a girl stood with fierce ice-blue eyes and lips curled into a sly grin. Six men of different size and stature stood around her. They could've been none other than the infamous Tetra and her pirates.