Green Link didn’t sleep the entire night. His favorite time to swing was at night anyway, so his inability to sleep wasn’t much of a bother to him. The repetition of a swing’s natural motion comforted Green, and the only thing the nature-colored Link really needed right now was peace of mind.
Green had heard Vio leaving (of course he hadn’t known it was Vio at the time, given that the door doesn’t creak differently depending on the person who opens it) but he understood that whatever reason a Link would leave at 10:00pm, especially given what had happened earlier that day, was important. He had also noticed when Vio arrived back with a parasol in his hand around 2:00am, because he had been sitting in the Crowe's Nest at the time and could properly see over the roof of the shared house.
All that for a stupid parasol? The original-colored hero thought, confused as to why Vio, of all people, would walk the three hours to town and back for something as stupid as a parasol, but, then again, the purple Link seemed to be a mystery to nearly everyone except Shadow.
Oh, the realization dawned on Green as Vio’s roommate, and his condition, crossed his mind, Green smiled sadly to himself, It’s nice to know that they’re looking out for each other. The hero looked down in the direction of the kitchen, where he had earlier seen the light turn on, and then, after about 2 minutes, off. Green had never admitted to Red and Blue about his knowledge of their meetings, and it pained him to wonder how Blue felt after falling for the trap of his old ritual.
The famously colored boy understood perfectly what it was like to be close to someone but not be able to talk to them. Not only did Zelda live a full hour and a half away, but also rumors had begun to spread through the town that she and the boy in green were dating. Like most rumors, this was unfounded and not true. Although Link was close to Zelda, they were nothing more than best friends. Only Zelda and his other colors seemed to understand this, though.
Normally, a silly rumor wouldn’t have bothered the Link, but this one was much more serious. Green was a knight-in-training, a member of the working class. Zelda was a princess, the highest class of them all. For her to be dating Green, would mean that she couldn’t find nor handle suitors in her own class or in similar classes, and for people to insult Zelda in such a way boiled the grass-colored Link’s blood, and it didn’t help that the only thing he could do about it was cut off, or at least limit, contact with the princess. Green sighed.
It’s just a petty little rumor. Eventually it’ll die out or the king will address it. Besides, my problems will sort themselves out. They’re definitely not the priority of the moment, so I need to start thinking of ways to help Blue, Vio, Shadow, and Red.
Green continued to sit on the Crowe’s Nest, in an attempt to come up with ideas, but after 20 minutes without fruition, the Link climbed down, and went to lie in his bed.
Passing a door on his right, the walking Link heard someone jolt up silently in his bed. Green reached for the doorknob to check on his teammate, when he wondered whom he was dealing with. It was too dark to tell whether the door was purple or blue.
It didn’t really matter anyway. Green was tired. Sure, he could try to help, but depending on who needed help, the leader didn’t have the clear, focused mind to effectively help.
Green’s hands hovered over the doorknob as he contemplated his options. After what felt like an eternity, the green-clothed Link withdrew his hand, turned, and continued through a fog of darkness to his room.
