[PRIVATE - Zelda, Link, and Link // difficult to hack]

...I suppose we ought to discuss how best to proceed.

He - [There should be no question of who he's talking about, of course.] - seems to remember no more than his first attempt. He looks no older, certainly. How much of that he remembers is difficult to pin, save that he knew of my place in ( Read more... )

[One might recognise, through the nighttime gloom, that Sheik is in the graveyard. He leans on a marker, amidst a strange little cluster of four identical headstones. His lyre looks grey rather than gold in the light, but this time, he isn't playing any music. After a moment of staring off at something unseen (he seems little troubled by the things ( Read more... )

[Saki is good at avoiding and evading topics she doesn’t want to discuss, but something about her recent back-and-forth quietness seems to run deeper than it usually does ( Read more... )

[The night is still but for a soft breeze, audibly rustling leaves in the background of Sheik's broadcast. His voice is low, soft, and carries a rather bitter little sigh.] ...Hmph.

I suppose it doesn't matter how many times these things are sent, nor who sends them...

One can never get used to such things.

[There's a long pause, as if he's ( Read more... )

...There was a man who took up residence here, but it seems he's gone elsewhere now. [Sheik's voice is soft, pensive, perhaps a little distracted. There's little noise in the background, apart from the occasional creak of a floorboard.]Most of us come from worlds with some set path, with boundaries and walls. It might not feel like it, but there's ( Read more... )

[A long, golden braid is draped over Sheik's hands like a rope, bound at either end with string. He holds it up, and one may note that is hair now hangs shaggily around where the cowl hides his jaw.]

This should cover part of our payment, at least. I shall leave it in the mailbox.

...As for these eggs, well - I think I'll steer clear of mine for

[Sheik is perched on a rooftop again, the communicator held loosely in his fingers to give a thin view of himself and a wider view of sky and roof-tiling. His voice is soft, even more so than usual, as if touched with a little awe.]This is Hyrule's Castle Town. Not as I knew it, nor Link... but as Her Grace did ( Read more... )

[There's a rare, almost jarring sharpness to Sheik's voice, an urgency.]

Her Grace - Zelda -

[This can't be happening -]

...she's gone.

[The Sheikah looks to be sitting in the bough of a tree this time, though he isn't playing music. Instead, he's meticulously cleaning a long, slightly curved knife, the sharp edge gleaming in the light.]

The fair folk of the forest seem far more active in spring.

[His voice is a little dry. He sets to polishing the knife with a clean corner of ( Read more... )

[Around Sheik's head, there is the still-dark sky, cloudless and sharp. He seems to be sitting on a stone roof - the keen-eyed might be able to figure out that he's actually on top of the temple ( Read more... )