Who: Link and Susan Where: Susan's place, then the stables When: Sunday morning What: Link learns to teach? Rating: Low, more than likely. Status: Ongoing | Closed
Link was feeling a bit outside of himself today; part of it was based entirely upon what he was talking to Susan about, the fact he didn't feel entirely useful here unless he were helping in some fashion in the war. The last mission had been above him completely, and he'd felt entirely under utilized there. The city had been far more advanced than he'd ever dealt with, and the weapons used were rather terrifying and dangerous; that said, he'd felt like he could help with the hunting down of magic as he understood it very briefly, but not greatly. Zelda would have been a far better candidate than he in that field. Yet this mission? Giant monsters threatening the lives of everyone on one world? That was right up his alley. He had remarkable experience dealing with creatures and beasts far larger than himself.
He figured in some sense that Susan, and the others, were right in the fact that he couldn't go on every mission, and he should let himself rest. It was just... the trials he'd faced he'd faced with only Midna, and that had meant that he had to go on every mission and now he felt as if he weren't doing his part. It was difficult, when one felt entirely focused on a single use, and that single use was combat.
The other reason he was feeling outside of himself today, was he was looking forward to a day of fun and enjoyment outside of combat with Susan. He'd already gone on a long walk with her, enjoyed the pubs with her and Arthur that one evening, but still it was outside of his normal comfort zone to spend so much time with... a single person and to have it not involve something rather hazardous. He didn't know how to reconcile how he felt about that. It was a strange feeling, one he didn't recognize, but he rather enjoyed it and continued to look forward to finding time with his friend.
Approaching her abode, he found himself making his way to her room where he applied a gentle rap against her door, then stepped back. He was wearing material more akin to his tastes; though not quite as traditional as he was usually seen. They were a thing material, worn loosely over his torso, and soft, but taut trouser and his typical boots. He went without a hat, instead settling to let his long, yellow tendrils of hair frame his features, and without the weight of sword and shield he felt a bit naked, but also more relaxation than he'd usually feel.