Luminescence

In Only Feathers and Dew

"Sure, shoot."

"Rusl wanted me to tell you that a message came for you earlier today. He intercepted them close to the edge of the woods and is holding it for you, so head down to his house when you're done for the day."

"Why didn't he just come tell me himself?"

But Ilia didn't answer. For an amusing and frightening moment, he thought she had spontaneously taken a liking to his thighs as well for her attention had gone to something in that area. Before he could properly quip something at her for this, she reached down a picked up a ball of paper.

All his innards froze.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Trash!" he said, a bit too forcefully, and launched for it. With agility he didn't know she possessed, she dodged him. A wicked smile spread across her face.

"Oh really?"

He tried to get it back, but again she evaded him. Horror came over him as she begun to unfold it.

"Please, Ilia, really, it's---"

"Wow, goodness," her eyes were sparkling. "Who's this babe? I didn't even think you liked women yet, Linky-poo."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm nineteen not ten, and how many times have I begged you not to call me that?"

"Zero. Ever since you brought up Darren's thigh crap."

"How can you expect me not to make fun of that? That was priceless!"

"It didn't happen, that's why."

"You wish."

Her cruel smile gave a twitch. Clearly withholding the urge to punch him again, she waved the picture of Midna from her fingers. Even from the short distance he could see the rolling curves he had drawn for her legs and blushed.

"Just...someone from my travels."

"Just someone from your travels? Really? Come on, she can't just be a random someone, I mean, look at her! Not even I would forget a face like that."

"I don't want to talk about it."

But this just made her more excited.

"Why? Did she dump you?"

"There wasn't anything to be dumped from in the first place. Will you just give me back the picture?"

But that seemed to be all she needed to hear, for she nodded sagely. "I get it. You liked her, didn't you? But she didn't like you."

Without warning he dove out, snapping the picture from her grasp. She may have caught him off guard one time, but he would always have the faster reflexes. She pouted as he stuffed the wad of paper into his shirt.

"Aren't you going to tell me anything?"

"No." he said shortly. In the distance he could see Fado coming over to help usher the goats in for the night. The sky had begun to purple.

Any trace of a smile melted away from Ilia's face. She considered him sadly and he grew uncomfortable. He knew that look. He tried to avoid looking at it by picking up his art supplies and stuffing them into his pack. As he did so, his fingers brushed against the sheath of his goat-horn sword he had brought out of paranoid habit. She also spotted this and her eyebrows furrowed higher.

"I'm worried about you. Ever since you came back you've been...different."

"How could I not be different, Ilia? Honestly, have you ever killed someone?"

She flinched horribly at this, and instantly he felt guilty. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh. He hadn't meant to say those words at all. It had just popped out of him without warning. What had brought that on anyways? When had this conversation turned out so bad?

He tried to give her his most apologetic expression. To this she blinked furiously and looked down.

"You just...you just never really talk to me anymore."

"What do you mean? Of course I do."

"Not like that," she said quickly, "it's just...I don't know what goes on inside your head. You're so closed off. It's like I almost...don't know you anymore. I thought we were best friends."

"Of course we are! Ah, Din, I'm so sorry for what I said. I don't know what came over me."

"It's all right." With a carefully concealed sniff she lifted her head to give him a reassuring smile. "Link, there was...there was something else I wanted to talk to you about."

"Yeah?"

"Well, we are getting older now. It's been a while since we could really be considered children. Today my father brought this up, and he..." suddenly she blushed, deeper and redder than he could remember. She was looking off to the side to avoid his gaze when she gasped, her eyes widening. At that same moment Fado gave a shout and came in their direction at a run.

Stomach leaping, he instinctively reached for his sword and spun around with a hiss of metal. Goats bleated nervously.

Where the forest met the cliff side hugged by the ranch, a white figure hobbled. For a second he couldn't process what it was he was seeing. He could make out a human-shape, but then what were those white lumps shrouding and morphing around it? Even as he watched the creature stumbled against a tree. He thought he could make out pale arms clinging to it.

"It's hurt!" cried Ilia. Before he had the chance to tell her to be cautious, she dashed forward, meeting up with Fado. Cursing, he ran after them, holding his sword out to the side. Goats fled from before them.

It didn't take him much longer to realize the thing wasn't an 'it', but a she, and found himself slowing down as a shocked twitter shook his frame. It was a young woman, trembling on fawn-like legs---and mostly naked.

Fado staggered to a halt on realizing this as well. But it wasn't the alarming amount of bare skin that had caught his attention.

"Wings." Link heard him breathe.

Sure enough, white wings draped down her back in great feathery cascades down to the forest floor. In the darkening dusk her whiteness seemed to glow. Something tickled in the back of his mind.

Ilia reached her first, but stood frozen to the spot, staring. Link did his best not to stare as well (for a whole other reason than Ilia, for sure), as he took in the damage. Blood trickled down her legs from the remains of a ragged skirt and he could see the gash at her side from whence it came. The fingers clutching the bark were also dyed red with blood. Scratches crisscrossed across her pale, milky skin, and he could already see the beginnings of nasty bruises peppering her arms and torso. As he approached she looked up through a long, messy mane of white hair. He got a glimpse of glassy blue eyes before they rolled to the back of her head and she collapsed to the forest floor in a heap of feathers and limbs. Ilia rushed forward to catch her.

"Don't just stand there gawking, perverts!" she shouted, "Get over here and help me!"

The men snapped back into focus and hesitantly approached the scowling mayor's daughter, with Link sheathing his sword. From behind them a few goats looked on curiously and Epona peered out from around the fence, sniffing the air. The mare shuffled nervously at the scent of blood. Somewhere a few trees a way, a squirrel watched, clutching a fat acorn to its chest. The end of its tail twitched.