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Sunlight and heat danced through the leaves of the canopy above. twinkled like stars off the wings of the fairies, laid warmth atop the backs of their hands & atop their shoulders as they’d been in the field gathering flowers like sweet ghosts; the dead, they decides to themselves as they wander the hollowed groves off the path as the forest turns in and out and leaves flowers where they can, high in the trees and scattered in the mourning grass before heading home like a due respect they always pay, must like summer best. it must be as close as they get to being held again, in the smell of flowers and fruit and warm rich winds, and to holding again. They think they'd like it too, as they whistle in the way it always makes their fairy nervous, if they were one of them.
They're not, however, and neither is Link. a fact he makes abundantly clear from the moment they climb up and whistles a question of may I please enter? to him and they see him, all shiny in the dim light from where the sunlight’s pretty fingers try to reach through the curtains where moths have chewed at the fabric, and all whiny, too!
They laugh like a ringing bell at his declared discomfort even in the cooler air of his sheltered home, a high and hopping sound in their throat that pops like bubbles. They smile a little as they listen, hands working as they begin to section out his pretty hair, listening about the slime and the bugs and the juice. Fado has always smiled like you imagine a fox smiles, and here is no different, a cunning, pleased expression in how their eyes squint as their cheeks push forward, low gray-blue always sparkling. like they've won something you don't know about, like a secret.
They whisper something secret to their fairy, who bounces in understanding at their shoulder, before refocusing ‘pon Link as their fairy attempts to sneak away. Their smile feels scheming, almost, when they whisper like that! ( Though, nothing about it has actually changed… )
“ All the bugs, too? Maybe they’ve gone and hidden underneath, playing a hiding game in all the dirt? “ They propose as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. Maybe, to Fado, it is. They tug and twist, gentle in the way children often think they’re more gentle than they are, as they pinch the still-sweet stems of some of the flowers they’d picked between their teeth to pluck them out all easy on the whims they decide. Fado’s not as good at braiding as some of the others, but they’d been getting better, and they always thought Link’s hair was nicest to braid, anyhow!
“ Oh! “ like a lightning strike, good ideas always hit them when they’ve got their hands busy. “ I found a little river earlier today when I was looking for flowers, you know, a little baby river! Maybe we could go when the sun is a little lower, hm? all slimy in a good way! “ They nod to themselves, as though that too, is the most natural thing in the world. Maybe, to Fado, it is. They wonder, briefly, if you could braid pretty rocks into hair too. They’d have to ask some of the other’s about it later, they think they’d look nice, all twinkling stones with the shiny flowers and his shimmery hair…
showing affection / accepting / @quillheel ( Fado )
FLOWERS & HAIR, sender braids flowers into receiver's hair.
Today, Link decides when he wakes up thirsty, is an inside kind of day.
He doesn't tend to like those much, honestly. They're one of the few points where Saria will disagree with him: she loves the sun when it's like this, shiny in her hair and sparkly on the water, but all it is for Link is so hot and too sticky. So Saria will be out there beyond the curtain he draws shut with the others, and Link will be alone 'cause he wants her to have fun more than he wants her to stay.
Well...usually alone.
"Hoooot," he complains to Fado as they take another part of his hair to lace up. His hat's in his own hands, having swallowed all his fingers while he pinches random patterns of folds up to its tip. "Makin' me...ss-slimy. M'so slimy."
Her fairy laughs, and he smells the flowers she's gonna weave in before he feels the press of them to his head. They'd come for him with a whole basket of them — the dress-up day to his inside day — and Link couldn't say no about it when it meant nice company. It's not playing shadow tag in the best sort of sun for it, yeah, but there's a quiet fun in getting to have your hair done! A little excitement, too, in waiting for your friend to finish and thinking about how pretty it'll all be.
But that won't be for a while yet when they've only just started, so Link shakes the sitting-still jitters out through his hands and tells Fado how even the bugs of his house have left him in this heat. Isn't that so awful? And— and what he wouldn't give for some juice...!