A/N: And this is where it gets hard. I was so unmotivated and distractible that you wouldn't believe it.

But, I did it.

Also, this is something that was briefly alluded to in Era's epilogue.


"Are the greaves really necessary?"

"I've seen your footwork while training with Link, Feathers."

Revali grumbled under his breath as he stepped forward, holding a wing out.

"Good, you know the first step," the Gerudo said approvingly as she took his wing. "Now, wrap your other wing around me."

"You must be -"

"Ask Link how much I joke about these sorts of things," she interrupted sternly. Leave it to her fellow Champion to wait until the last minute to ask for help in learning an art that took years to master.

Now, all he had was a week. At best, she might be able to help him progress from hopeless to simply dreadful. Granted, that would do nothing for his partner, but that was an issue that could wait for another time. However, if he refused to cooperate, then onlookers would have a wedding and a show. Though the thought amused her in some capacity, she did genuinely want to help her fellow Champion succeed, especially since he had humbled himself enough to ask her of all people for help.

"Now, wrap your wing around me," she commanded again.

Revali complied, refusing to make eye contact with her as he glared over her shoulder.

Evidently, he thought sulking would help him develop the skills he needed.

With an overdramatic sigh, Urbosa set her free hand on the small of his back. "She'll wrap her wing around you as well," she clarified as he shot her a look. "Now, step this way." It was rather difficult, trying to lead him through the steps of a dance she was only vaguely familiar with, all the while guiding from the follower's perspective. Thankfully, the principles of dancing were the same, regardless of race (at least, from what she'd seen. She had yet to see a Zora dance but that would probably change soon enough).

In the middle of their third step, which was a long, sweeping turn, Urbosa felt a rather violent tug on her calf. Revali stumbled, nearly sending them both crashing to the ground. The Gerudo, having been expecting such an occasion, managed to plant her feet and steady them both.

"Yes… the greaves are necessary."

"You don't have to gloat," he muttered as he straightened and readjusted the placement of his wings.

"I'm not gloating, though if you'd like for me to start…"

"I think I'll pass."

"Shame," she sighed in mock resignation. With a playful wink, she asked "ready to try again?"

"Yes."

They started over again, with Urbosa talking him through the core idea of the dance. "When flying, do you use short, uncertain flaps?"

"Absolutely not. We do need to catch the air."

"Then why are you taking short, uncertain steps?"

The Rito angled his head, considering her with a single eye. "Can… can we slow down a moment?"

"I think that would be best."

With an unspoken agreement, the two once again returned to their starting position. "Long step… good!" she said approvingly as the Rito took a more intentional step, watching her feet carefully so he might follow along. The woman was well aware that it was taking far longer than he would have liked; however, he was at least learning the steps. From there, they had something to build off of.

Going through the routine a few times, she finally stopped for a moment. "How do you feel so far?"

"Ridiculous but… I can at least grasp the concept."

"No, you don't. Not yet," she laughed. "Dancing isn't really about looking fancy. This is about expressing yourself and your affection, yes?"

"..."

"You sound exactly like Link."

She nearly doubled over at the expression that crossed his face. "Loosen up this time. This is an art form that requires your whole body, not just your feet."

Revali grumbled something under his breath before giving himself the barest shake. "Let's try again," he sighed.

Urbosa smiled slightly as she felt some of the tension he'd been carrying leave his body. It wasn't enough, but progress was progress. As they worked through the steps, she continued giving him light coaching. "Let your feet carry you… let your legs and hips pull your upper body along." He was still struggling to let go; however, with every small word of praise, he relaxed just a tad more. "Good," she said again as Revali had finally loosened enough for his torso to follow through on their turns. "As we speed up, the air will start catching your feathers during those turns. It will show your audience the elegance of a Rito."

She couldn't help but laugh when he overdid it during the next turn. "Not too much. Don't force it."

He withdrew a bit but he continued on, taking every bit of coaching she gave him. As the hours passed, Revali stopped complaining as much or growling when she teased him or gave him direction. It pleased her as it was the first inklings of the Rito allowing himself to be lost in the steps. If she didn't know better, she might have thought he was starting to enjoy himself.

Eventually, Urbosa's free time for the day came to an end, though she was certain to teach him how to properly send his partner off. As she left, she stopped in the door and studied him over her shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Feathers."