milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Link could not find Zelda in the bar today. That made him Sad. His levels of Sadness can be detected in the slump of his posture, the way his head is thrown over the back edge of the chair, his mouth slightly agape--and may, would you look at the sadness hiding within those adorable nostrils of his?

Which is to say: Link was going to sit down and eat and maybe wait to see if Zelda showed up, but then he fell asleep.

Someone better tend to that pumpkin soup before it gets cold!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Petra isn't typically one to wake someone up when they're sleeping in-bar, usually they have a very good reason for sleeping where they are.

However, the young man in green cannot possibly be comfortable sleeping like that. She reaches out a hand to shake his sholder, prepared to jump back on the chance that he isn't normal and might zap her.

"I think your soup is getting cold."

The boy snaps awake, almost as if he hadn't been sleeping at all. He certainly seems alert enough, although he's giving Petra a confused look.

--that lasts quite briefly before he realizes what happened.

"...I was asleep wasn't I?"

Petra takes a step back, only a little bit unnerved at how quickly he snapped back to life.

"Yeah, rather awkwardly in fact."

"S-sorry."

Not so much for falling asleep as... Well. For falling asleep and unnerving her a little. He can relate: he doesn't quite understand his sleeping habits, himself.

Petra waves off the sorry, at least he didn't zap her or something. That is a relief.

"It must be a skill, to be able to fall asleep wherever. Unless I'm dead tired, I can't fall asleep without a locked door between me and anything else."

Not that it was always true, but these days it was.

"What're you eating?"

"I wouldn't call it a skill..." But he shakes his head. "I'm eating pumpkin soup."

"Is it any good?"

Petra's been thinking about dinner for a while down, just hasn't quite decided on what to eat.

He nods. "But it's probably cold by now."

"Soup is never quite as good cold, but still better than the food I had growing up. Let me buy you a warm bowl?"

"Um, I--"

He doesn't want to say no because free food, but, on the other hand, he doesn't want her to waste money just because he happened to fall asleep.

"--n-no, that's...I can buy...but thanks."

At this Petra simply shrugs. Her financial situation was just peachy. "Offer still stands." For herself, she orders a a simple roast beef sandwich, with lettuce, cheese and mustard on french bread.

"I'm Petra." She offers a hand.

"Link," he replies, accepting the offer with a shake.

"As in, a chain?"

Blink, blink.

"Uh...that's just...what my mom called me..."

"Cool enough. Where you you hail from? What is it like?"

The slightly pointy ears are enough to clue her into the fact he's probably from a very different world.

"Skyloft. It's in the sky..."

He pokes his soup with the spoon.

"So, you live in some sort of raised platform?"

Petra takes a bite from her sandwhich, making sure to be careful not to make a mess.

"I guess you could say that. The legends say the goddess lifted the islands we live on skyward, so, it's...something like that."

Petra eyes the young man poking at his soup, and decides that he needs warm soup.

"Bar, could Link have some warmer soup please? Someone did it for me once. So, you live on floating islands? Isn't that dangerous?"

"Hu--" He looks surprised, but. He's not going to protest.

"It's...it can be, if you fall, but...there are knights to protect you..."

"How do they do that?"

She's assuming they've got airplanes or something, but unless the gravity is super low she isn't quite sure how it would work.

"We have birds."

The narration prods Link in the brain. More deets, young man!

"...they're big."

Petra is starting to think the kid isn't quite all there.

"And.. smart?" Proding, proding, common....

He is all there he's just scattered in different locations like pieces of the Triforce!!

Or maybe he's usually sleepy and shy.

"I...guess? They say our birds are gifts from the goddess... They're our protectors, and we share a special bond with them."

Except this makes no sense when he tells it to someone who's not from Skyloft, so.

His soup looks mighty interesting.

Maybe in about a hundred years in the future, when Petra's world has more technology, she would understand.

But, right now, she's totally confused. Chalk one more thing she doesn't understand up to the bar being totaly confusing.

"So they keep you from falling?"

"No. We fly on them. That's how the knights catch the people who fall off the island. They use their birds to catch them."

Understanding dawns on Petra. "Oh, cool!" She says, picturing it. Probably completly incorrectly as she's picturing a bird of prey something carrying a person dressed in armor.

"What do you do?"

He seems to perk up at this. "I'm training to be a knight."

"So, you'll catch people when they fall off?"

That seems well... boring. There's probably more to it.

"I--

Well. He was a bit more perky before. Now he's just poking his soup again.

"--just want to keep people safe. That's all."

Petra focuses on her sandwhich for a bit, before replying.

"There are a lot worse reasons for doing anything." Like, revenge, hatred, being pissed off at the world.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only