hero-chosen:

Poor Link was still a confused guy. A guy with little friends, at that. He didn’t know where to start with meeting people and thus kept to himself, either hanging onto Zelda’s hip or idly exploring the nearby surroundings. The calm waters of the river that curled throughout the forest caught his eye a couple days ago, so he decided to return with a fishing rod that he had found in the House of Valor.

It was problematic for him to situate himself when he knew that he wasn’t in Hyrule, but fishing seemed to be a good place to start. Gloved hands tugged down the bottom of his tunic before he sat down Indian style at the side of the lake, boots wading in the water. With a light swing, the string attached to his fishing rod was sent flying into the middle of the water. 

Now all he could do was wait and enjoy the peace and quiet, using the time to think about all of the things that clouded his head.

Now that was something Reno had never seen before. 

There’s a man who looked like he might be attempting to fish. Reno shakes his head as he saunters over lazily. There was no way this guy is trying to fish. Then again, just because his world had been filled with monsters that made fishing unsafe, didn’t mean this place was like that too.

Reno walks up to the waters edge, not going in. The man attempting to fish was even stranger. Strange green tunic with a green cap to match. Even from here Reno can see that fisher has long pointy ears. 

“Yo,” Reno calls loudly, because he himself was naturally loud person, if he made the man jump in surprise Reno couldn’t tell. “Is that even safe to be doin’?” 

Although it might’ve sounded rude, he really was asking. After all this place wasn’t his home, and it probably wasn’t this guys either.