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Chapter 06 - Hylia's Gift, Given Over Dinner

Hylia worked quickly when she wanted to. People prayed to her for all sorts of reasons, I was sure, some being incredibly important and others being incredibly mundane, and mine resided... in the middle, I'd say. I didn't think it was asking too much, not really, and especially not for a deity of her caliber.

Certainly, people had asked for much more from her and for much less. If I wanted to make the most of this most precious life that had been granted to me by the almighty golden deities that had presided over Hylia, then surely a sign of what to do wasn't too big of a gift to give, comparatively speaking.

Din had, of course, created the material realm and the world as we knew it. Her sister Nayru gave the land law and order, our logic and our reasoning, our beliefs and our instincts. The third, Farore, had created life - all of it, from the hefty Gorons to the tiniest of bacteria.

When Hylia had been assigned to preside over the land they bestowed, then surely she knew she would have to deal with the stupidity of Hylians, at least partially? She must have known that we would pray to her, to ask for advice and for help and for miracles. She must have known, because the proof of her existence was evident in every blade of grass, in every breath taken, and in even the soil that cultivated our crops.

We'd been gifted this land and a world with endless possibilities and even more choices - so she must have anticipated that we'd need help, sometimes.

...I wonder if ever Hylia asked Nayru why she hadn't given us more sense? Or was that Farore's doing?

Regardless, if this was my sign, then it was a strange one, because it involved none other than the stranger, himself. Maybe it was less of a sign of what to do, and more of a gifted chance to actually do what I wanted - and that was to thank my nameless hero.

Well, I wasn't about to let this chance pass me by, not again. And really, how could I possibly do that, when he was standing in my doorway?

Oh, yes. That's exactly what the situation was at the moment. I had finally mustered up enough focus to offer up some coherent thought on what I wanted to make for dinner, and after gathering the ingredients and looking over what I had, I decided on a stew. I was in the middle of preparing said stew - actually, it was nearly done - when my door opened.

At first, I thought it was Leah, so I didn't even bother to turn towards the door. I figured maybe she hadn't felt like making dinner for herself and her brothers (because honestly, they were picky eaters and who even had the time for that) and decided to stop by for an impromptu visit. It wouldn't surprise me, and it wouldn't upset me, either - though I'd wanted this time to think, I certainly wouldn't have minded the distraction, and Leah and her brothers provided the perfect one.

Leah had a habit of showing up to my house uninvited, but she was my best friend, so it was expected and often wanted. So, I thought nothing of it when my door opened. "Hey," I called in greeting, just barely turning my head to call the simple word over my shoulder.

Only, because I had kept my focus on the foot, what my periphery caught sight of unnerved me, because the figure was so much different than Leah's. And besides, she hadn't said hello back - and if her brothers were here, they'd have run right in and made themselves at home on my couch and looking through my bookshelves to look for their favorite stories for me to tell.

So, when that didn't happen either, it was safe to say my heart leapt into my throat, because who in Hylia's name was in my house?

I turned my head to look, and that led me to where I was now: still looking at the stranger.

If I had to guess, I'd say there was a confused, almost concerned knit in my brows, my lips were parted only slightly yet no words passed through them because I somehow didn't have the breath or the nerve to speak them aloud, and my eyes were narrowed, because honestly, who did he think he was?