Silence ✔️

• Six

GUIDE | ITALICS - Zelda
                BOLD - Link

It was after the school day had ended on a cool Friday evening when it happened.

Zelda had already said goodbye to Midna, and was currently drawing in her sketchbook outside the school. From afar, she could see some of the other freshmen and students older than them playing a variety of sports. In the one baseball field there were a couple of games going on; Zelda assumed they were all just playing four square or kickball.

She wished she could play sports. They looked fun. But, she couldn't. That required hearing, like everything else.

So, she continued to draw, trying to think of what she should add to her small sketch next.

Right as she thought of an idea, she felt somebody sit down next to her. She was laying under a tall and proud green and leafy tree, resting against its trunk.

Who would want to sit next to her, other than Midna?

And Midna had already gone home. Zelda wanted to draw for a while before she went home, so that's why she was the only non-athletic person remaining on the school grounds.

Warily, Zelda lifted her head away from her drawing and met the blue eyes of the last person she wanted to talk to.

Link.

Zelda couldn't say anything, so instead she slapped both hands over her drawing and scooted away from Link. She was sitting on the right side of the tree trunk now, her back laying against it.

Link groaned, and stood up. He walked over to her and stood in front of her, kneeling down and looking at her drawing.

Zelda didn't even notice him standing there for a good two minutes, but when she did, she began to stand up and walk away.

She couldn't, though. Link had grabbed her wrist gently, and when Zelda looked back, she could read his eyes very vaguely.

They showed a form of sadness—but why would Link be sad?

The brunette ripped her hand from his grasp and held her drawing close against her chest.

The two continued to stare at each other for awhile, until it became too awkward for the both of them. Once they had locked eyes, everything moved slower and they shared some sort of strange bonding moment just through eye contact.

Zelda knew this wouldn't go anywhere since she couldn't speak, so she sat down and flipped to a new page in her sketchbook. Link knelt down in front of her and observed what she was doing, noting that she had begun writing a note. It was small and didn't contain many words, but Zelda knew it'd get the question across.

Finishing the note, she handed her sketchbook to Link, along with the pencil in her hands so that he could write his own reply.

What do you want?

That's what the paper read.

Link creased his eyebrows as he thought of a suitable reply, because he didn't even know himself why he thought doing this was a good idea. He knew good and well that she hated him.

Link didn't hate her entirely, though. Respect is what he had for her, but lately he had been too nervous to approach her. And he had only just seen her for the first time in four years when school started two weeks ago.

So, he had just observed her, watching her smile and noticing how bright it was. Another notable thing he realized was that she was pretty. Zelda stood out in the crowd—well, at least to Link she did.