Pre: T.A.A.H

Link's hands were, surprisingly, very soft.

When they first met, Taki had been somewhat doubtful of the blonde's ability with a sword. True masters of the blade had calloused hands that spoke of their countless hours of practice and battle. Link's were bare of such common injuries. She thought, for a moment, that it might have been due to the gloves the boy wore, that they were hindering any kind of injury in some way. He did seem at ease with his swords, and if he was simply all style and no substance he would have never been able to handle himself so well. It made sense to a small degree, but for the longest time Taki could not stop agonizing over those hands.

The ends did not seem to properly match the means. Nor did the obvious seem to compliment the subtle. There was no way he was as good as she initially thought. Not with hands like those.

Despite her ongoing doubts, however, Link was as capable as any swordsman she had ever seen. No matter what circumstance came his way he was always sure to get the job done with fantastic results. All with such gentle palms, such a reassuring grip…Taki just could not understand. How did a warrior keep such soft hands when the hilt they held onto was constantly taking over key moments of their lives? She could not find the answer.

Then she saw the way the boy interacted with Siegfried. When the knight was in danger, Link used his hands to pull him to safety. When the knight was injured, Link used his hands to tend to the wounds. When the knight was suffering, Link used his hands to offer comfort. That was when Taki realized something.

Those hands were soft because they were not only meant to hold a sword within their grasp.

Post: T.A.A.H

Yunseong shook his head. "I am not getting on that thing."

Mitsurugi actually seemed to agree with the redhead for a change. "Link, are you sure this is safe?"

The Hylian nodded. "It's called an airplane." He explained, pointing out to the metal carrier outside of the terminal. "It flies in the air and takes you to whatever destination you need to go to."

The samurai snorted. "If man were meant to fly, he'd have wings."

Link responded by rolling his eyes. "If man were meant to swim he'd have gills, and if man were meant to fight he'd have been born with horns or a tail. Yet we built boats and swords to do what we supposedly should not."

Yoshimitsu nodded. He was seemingly intrigued by the piece of technology Link seemed determined to have them board. "He does have a point. And I've flown by use of nothing more than a twirling sword. This contraption looks a great deal safer." He would have to ask about the way it worked when he got back to the mansion. Perhaps he could fathom one for himself. Surely it could not be all that difficult.

Yunseong was still not convinced. No matter how amazing it looked, it still gave him the impression of a death trap. He was in no hurry to die. "How many of these things have fallen out of the sky?"

"Just a few."

The redhead promptly made to turn around and walk right out of the airport. There was absolutely no way in hell he was stepping even a half a centimeter onto that flying contraption. "We're finding another way of leaving this city."

Link shrugged. "Sure Yunseong, whatever you say. And hey, since you're the one who's so against plane travel, I'm assuming you can explain to Siegfried why I wasn't able to make it back to the manor on time for our anniversary?"

Yunseong swiftly walked back into the terminal. "What are you all waiting for? Hurry up!"

Fang: I'd like to see his reaction when the plane actually starts moving.

MistressOfTime: I dread the day when I'll eventually have to get on an airplane and fly through the sky.

Fang: You've been on a plane before.

MistressOfTime: I was two. I can't even remember the trip, let alone the airplane ride.

Fang: Pardon me. Please R&R.