The Hyrulian Valhalla Saga
By Queenie Z
This Is Why We're Weird
Mini laid his head on the top of the large wooden fence dividing a horse pasture from the rest of the giant grassy field of the afterlife, his feet resting on the rung below. He yawned, rolling his head to look at one of the two elder Links beside him.
"I'm bored," he whined to Twilight, who simply raised an eyebrow as he chewed on a bit of hay in true cowboy fashion.
"How could you be bored?" he asked, "I could watch the horses run around all day."
Sky waved his hand dismissively. "That's because you're always spending time with horses. You talk to horses! You're like some kind of weird horse whisperer or something."
"Your best friend is a bird," the former ranch hand snapped back, "you have no room to talk!"
"You don't have a psychic connection with your horse!"
Mini groaned and pulled his hat down over his head. "Guys, cut it out! You're both weird!" He paused for moment, opening his eyes as he suddenly thought of something. "…Actually, I don't think I can talk, either. I used to talk to my hat, after all."
Twilight put a finger on his chin. "Yeah… and, hey, I talked to my shadow. And Sky — "
"Yeah," said the Hero from the sky sheepishly, "I talked to my sword. I even asked it to do analyses for me! …Now that I think about, it must have looked really odd to other people."
The smaller one snickered a bit. "So it's settled then - we're all weirdos who talk to strange things!"
"I'm not surprised - I think you have to be at least a little weird to do what we do."
"I couldn't agree more, Plays With Horses."
Twilight flicked his piece of hay at Sky's face. "Says you, Bird Brain."