Triforce Shards
A collection of one-shots covering all things Zelda
AN: There's not enough Wind Waker fiction out there. Go forth and write it! (Oh wait, I suppose that applies to me too…oops )
8. Waiting
She sits there waiting, but she knows that every second that passes slowly depletes the chances of him returning to her safely. The rain is hammering against the windows like a myriad of shingle pieces, rattling the glass in its panes and echoing around the room. A rumble of thunder, and the house shakes on its stilts. She shivers, stoking the fire with a poker until the flames are licking hungrily at the dry tinder.
In her cradle, the baby stirs a little and gives her mother a moment of apprehension but it is uncalled for. She is safe, she is lying there awaiting the return of her father like her mother is. Her little boy calls out for her and she gets up, going over to the bunk where he is sitting up, big green eyes wide and alarmed.
"Mama, it's too loud."
He is only five and looks terrified, but he is a brave child and will never try to upset her by being scared. His hair is standing up at odd angles, the colour of sand and sunshine.
"I know it is my love," she tells him, smoothing his hair back. "But it's only the wind and rain, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"I'm not afraid," he replies, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the heels of his hands. "But I don' want Aryll to be scared."
She smiles; ever since the baby was born he has been fiercely protective of her, more than ever when his father is away at sea.
"I promised Papa I'd protect her," he says gravely. "I'm the man of the house, he said, and I've gots to protect you n' Aryll. That's what big boys do."
Myrna laughs and scoops her son into a hug.
"Yes Link it is. Would you like to come and sit by the fire with me?"
He nods, locking his arms around her neck and burying his face against her neck as she walks back to the fire. She sits and wraps her shawl around him as well, kissing the top of his head.
"When's Papa comin' back?" he asks.
"Soon," she assures him, knowing that as long as she believes he will be back then he will- Gaiden has never let her down before.
"Good," Link says sleepily, trying to bite back a yawn. "I don' like it when he's gone."
Neither does Myrna, but she won't tell him that.