Description
[This is a Breath of the Wild Fanfiction, which is part of Nintendo's 'Legend of Zelda' series.] 'The guardians', he explained after she gave him a curious glance, 'Might still be active.' Though his actual words - signs, as Impa had called the silent language in her lessons long ago - were much more stilted since he was signalling to her in short motions between securing Epona's saddlebags and belts tightly. His hair was slowly growing darker and being rinsed of blood and mud from the two-hour long battle with Ganon, becoming plastered to his forehead and shoulders as the clouds turned the afternoon to a drizzle. His eyes were flickering back and forth between the side of his mount and the newly-incarnated Princess beside him, a red shade wandering across his cheeks briefly just like a patch of sunlight between the clouds. [A study in re-establishing what was lost, once, to time and tragedy.] (Anuthor's note: I'm basically testing WattPad with this story to see if it gets a few more readers than on my AO3 account. I really like Divine Right and have a few more chapters that I'll post as time goes on, and if it goes well, I'll add more stories here.)
Comfort Signs
