What To Expect When Fetch-Questing

Link sped up the steps, damp but no longer dripping from his hail-hylia plunge into the lake beside the plateau’s Temple of Time.  He’d prayed incessantly to hit the water right (and not break his neck) and not hit lake-bottom (and once again not break his neck).  One mostly injury-free neck later, here he was planning to pray yet again.

He’d planned to sprint all the way to the Goddess Statue’s feet, too, but all at once his stamina gave out; he gripped his side, panting, forced to a measly jog.  This curse had to go.

He lurched toward Hylia’s likeness in a much less dignified manner than he’d have liked.  She still smiled at him.

Well.  She was a rock, so that was to be expected.

The First Step in All Cases

AaaaaAAAAND face-plant.  Of course.

Somewhere along the line, he really thought he’d gotten better at this.  All that Calamity-smiting might’ve gone to his head.

(Definitely, it definitely had, because he let Zelda he let Zelda fall)-

“No,” he said with a sputter of grass, grit, and adorable little purple petals (What were those?  They didn’t taste half-bad) from his mouth, the sting of a long scratch the full length of his face an annoying reminder of his utter lack of elixirs and determination to find out where the frick they went whenever he got home.

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Wow. Is he always this critical?

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"I have a nice butt!"

Oh for goodness- this is becoming ridiculous. Link!

"I DEFINITELY was a worker-outer."

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Link.

"I almost didn't hear you. Why're you suddenly so quiet?"

Head for the point marked on the map in your Sheikah Slate.

"Oookay. Didn't answer my question, though..."

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It really is absolutely drop-dead gorgeous beautiful pretty.

Wow, what happened to that mountain? It looks like a giant chopped it in half with an axe!

It's always been that way in living memory.

"Are you alive?"

What?

"I mean, you could be a ghost or something."

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Ooooh, a volcano!!!!

Eh- well, yes, but-

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[Warning for foul language (censored). Sing to the tune of "Castle on a Cloud" from Les Miserables. Lyrics below the cut. Also for the Zelink Community's music prompt.]

Significant Sluggles

A sequel to the 3-sentence fic "Snissing and Sluddles" - both fics co-authored by @newtsnaturethings - who still has the absolute best ideas and the scoop on slugs. 😄 (If you want to read this fic, I recommend reading "Snissing and Sluddles" first so you know what in Hyrule's going on here!).

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When Zelda manages to tear her gaze from Link’s mating-slug-laden shovel to look at his face, her expression shifts from an excited grin and glittering eyes borne of all-things-nature-enthusiasm to raised-eyebrows and mouth-oh of empathetic shock (very nearly reflecting Link’s expression, though his surprised-mouth makes more of an ‘ah’ than an ‘oh’).

“Don’t panic!” Zelda shouts.

“SHHHHHHHHH!” Link hisses.  “You’ll disturb them!”  If he was a slug about to mate with his slugnificant other, he would be so mad if someone disturbed them.  It’d be so rude!

At least he isn’t freaking out.  Much.

[Sing to the tune of "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserables. Warning: foul language.]

There was a time when I was mean They had gossiped too much And their words got to me I yelled at Zelda on a bridge Link looked at me sidelong And since I am confessing... I was a dick.

Then it all went wrong...

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Alright, weird pedestal-door that's slightly different from the first pedestal-door. Here goes nothing.

[Animals can think and echoes can be merciless.]

[Note: A big thank-you to @embyrinitalics for very generous help on horse behavior and resources about it!! 😀]

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“Princess?”

“A moment, Sir Margil.”

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Yeah.  I wouldn’t’ve let my sister come if I thought it would be like this.

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No, never before.

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It is odd.

“It won’t do.”

“What won’t, Princess?”