The loftwing grew to be a mild hassle as my hands were now tied. I didn't want to warp in the middle of the night for the fear of waking Kukiel and Gully with the bird's monstrous mouth. Although… I'm sure they won't be sleeping with as hungry as they are. Or as hungry as they claimed. Surely enough I warped back to see the two pests still shuffling around.
The roles had switch as Kukiel now cradled Link and Gully was showering. Goddess I need to drop this bird off and go get pants. I dared not look below her shoulders.
"Welcome back uhm…. Ghir… ahim?" I scowled how the child dare forget my name! I gave her a dirty look before setting the Loftwing down on the bed. I swear if loftwing poo is on my bed when I return we're having bird stew in the morning! Kukiel nosed her way over, oh how the curiosity of children was annoying.
"Is that another crimson loftwing? Link had one just like it!" I glanced at the small infant and nodded. So I was right, the loftwing had come in search of its master. Kukiel smiled and rubbed her fingers through the bird's feathers gently. Seriously, when did these kids learn to handle children so well? They couldn't be older than six themselves.
"Where did you learn… child care?" I questioned unable to handle my own curiosity any longer.
"Well, I don't know how to take care of kids that well," she looked down at Link and shrugged, "Gully taught me that. But back in Skyloft girls would learn how to handle loftwings at the age of six. I'm sure Gully just baby-sat Luv's daughter a lot," she said. That made me feel better, I wouldn't have to deal with bird brain over here.
"When are loftwings full grown?" I quizzed her. Surely that's one of the first things she'd learn from… I-don't-even-know.
"When they reach age ten, the same time they're allowed to be trained and rode." Ugh, feather-butt over here would be useless for another ten years? How pleasant. I was never fond of birds. "Also, loftwings refused to be ridden by anyone but their master. Nor are they allowed below the cl-" she stopped midsentence and scowled. That information was no longer valid and she obviously didn't like it.
"And how do you who the master is?" I rushed her now, feeling as if Gully was almost done.
"The bird will meet with the master under the Goddess statue," she explained casually. I pinched the bridge of my nose. I could've sworn anything to do with the Goddess Statue have to do with some special ceremony.
"Is it common for a loftwing to be raised by humans?"
"Only if they're injured," she felt the bird over and gently rubbed the bird's broken wing. "Then they will choose a human from the household they live in. But at the same time it's nearly impossible to teach them to fly without an adult loftwing guide." Oh, great. Now I've been sent a completely useless loftwing.
"Alright…" I tried to hide my anger but I know she felt it because she backed away and tensed. Gosh, did she think I was going to kill her or something? The washroom's door opened and I disappeared in an instant.
Due to my lack of thought before warping I had ended up in the middle of the air above the Skyview Temple. SMACK! I slid down the roof and landed on my knees. Uhm, ow! I jumped up and dusted myself off, flipping the structure off as if it would do any good. I rubbed my temples and sighed.
This place was crawling with moblins. In other words, this place was crawling with spotted undergarments. It was easy enough to kill them. A quick spear to their back and they drop like flies. They disappeared in a purple and black soul. The thing hissed before it rose to the heavens. Creepy. I picked up the undergarments and snickered at their design. No diamonds, no glory.
I glared at the three pairs of underwear in my hand. The moblins sure didn't wash much. Doesn't matter, I could still wash them while I look for food. I crossed through the grass, glaring at the Blue moblins who marched a path. Why even bother? No one is here to threaten him and I swear if he raises that club at me I'll not his teeth through his brain. He makes a smart move and backs up as I pass by.
I walk at a slow pace, oblivious to the slowly rising sun. I had entered the part of the forest the Kikwi own and was glad to be free of the dense forest. Though, I had no idea what to feed these kids… and then it hit me. No, literally, it hit me. I glared at the shrub that would wait until someone's back to turn before attacking. I'd eaten one before, they had a crunchy skin with a creamy filling and their grass made the most fantastic salad. Although, I didn't enjoy the hours afterwards trying to free my teeth of the green.
I reached down and grabbed the top of the shrub, ripping it from the ground. It made a futile attempt of shooting another seed at me but I had quickly tossed it on its side. It wiggled and turned but in the end was unable to get back up. I stared at it a moment before walking over and dipping the undergarments within the water. I scrubbed and scrubbed until that annoying sun crept up and shot a rude glare into my eyes. I wanted to blow it up. I rubbed at my eyes feeling my muscles ache at the scrubbing.
Finally all traces of dirt and feces were removed from the garments. I walked back over to the shrub, which was no longer moving, pulled him up and warped back. I glanced back and forth in the room, feeling a panic rise in my gut due to the empty room. A few giggles from the washroom eased my anxiety.
"No, you moron!" A voice said jokingly. Gully's I guessed. "You have to scrub to get the clothes clean! Dipping it harshly multiple times only makes a mess!"
"Link doesn't seem to mind," Kukiel hissed back defensively. "I could have sworn he was smiling!"
"Or breaking wind," Gully grumbled.
I knocked on the door lightly. The splashing of water stopped and both children moved towards the door.
"Who is it," Kukiel questioned. I scowled. Who else would it be? Santa Clause?
"Ghirahim," I answered in no mood to play twenty questions. The door whipped open and both children were dripping wet but at least were dressed from the waist down, their tunics floating in the bathwater. Link was swaddled in a blanket in his basket, staring at us. I gave them no time to say anything before pointing to the pants on the bed. "Those are for later," I explained and they both nodded trying to fight their giggles at the ridiculous color scheme.
"You finished doing… whatever you're doing and I'll make you dinner," I turned from them and walked over to the shrub summoning my sword.
"Ghirahim, its morning. You're making breakfast," Gully whispered softly. My body went stiff for a second. I should have been working on Demise's breakfast! I tried to hide my panic from him and simply nodded numbly.
I sliced the shrub open, on a counter of course, and proceeded to dumping its inside within a pot. I struck a fire quickly and messily. I strummed the stick through the pots handles so I was able to dangle the pot over the fire. I yanked down some bowls and spoons.
"In about fifteen minutes it shoulder be done, just use this giant spoon," I pulled out a spoon and motioned towards it, "to scoop out the hot soup. Whoever feeds Link make sure it's cooled," my words were coming out in a rush and slurring together. Gully just nodded repeatedly and passed a thumb up sign.
"Got it!" he proclaimed happily. Where children always so full of joy? I surely hoped he felt the same way when he went into training, house wife or not he wasn't going to be useless.
I didn't acknowledge him and quickly fled the house, slamming the door behind me. I shuffled my feet into the kitchen of Demise's quarters. I felt slightly more relaxed when I heard him still snoring like a bear. I worked quietly and quickly, shuffling ingredients like some time of machine. My actions halted instantly feeling warm breath on the back of my neck. Holy Din! I flinched and glanced at Demise. I passed a sheepish grin.
"Good morning, sir," I breathed, scared half to death. I wasn't getting off with a few sweet words this time…
