First Person: [Link is confused by the strange device now resting in the palm of his hand. His eyes widen as the miniture screen flashes on, watching in befuddlement as the sorcery of the communcator takes hold of his attention.]
Aaah-Ahh umm.. H-Hello? What kind of strange magic is this?
[He raises the watch about, attempting to inspect it from every angle before finally closing the lid with a great deal of caution. At this point he thinks it better to not disturb things he does not understand, rather than poke what might be a power greater than his comprehension.]
Third Person: The summer air filled his nostrols with the sweet smell of fresh gress and open streams. Though it was not Skyloft, Link could not help but feel nostalgic as he walked about casually admidst the many avenues and side streets. It was perpetually this time of year in Skyloft, but he had since learned that, much like the world below, different weather patterns came and went with the passing of months here in the city.
He couldn't imagine a blanket of white covering the rooftops, or a season of storms practically drowning the sidewalks and open wells. He didn't wish for time to rush itself on account of his curiosity, but it certainly piqued his interest when reading about Winter and Fall in the city's library. Having to root through the massive wealth of texts per the recommendation of the other citizens, Link would clearly be experiencing manner strange and exotic things in this closed-off city.
Snow could wait. Squalls could take their time. The one thing Link desired to see more than anything else wasn't something that science or nature could simply produce.
As Link walked, his head hung low, he wished he could see 'her' face just once more. Whether it be in the sun, or the light of the moon, or amongst the amber colored leaves.
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[Link is confused by the strange device now resting in the palm of his hand. His eyes widen as the miniture screen flashes on, watching in befuddlement as the sorcery of the communcator takes hold of his attention.]
Aaah-Ahh umm.. H-Hello? What kind of strange magic is this?
[He raises the watch about, attempting to inspect it from every angle before finally closing the lid with a great deal of caution. At this point he thinks it better to not disturb things he does not understand, rather than poke what might be a power greater than his comprehension.]
Third Person:
The summer air filled his nostrols with the sweet smell of fresh gress and open streams. Though it was not Skyloft, Link could not help but feel nostalgic as he walked about casually admidst the many avenues and side streets. It was perpetually this time of year in Skyloft, but he had since learned that, much like the world below, different weather patterns came and went with the passing of months here in the city.
He couldn't imagine a blanket of white covering the rooftops, or a season of storms practically drowning the sidewalks and open wells. He didn't wish for time to rush itself on account of his curiosity, but it certainly piqued his interest when reading about Winter and Fall in the city's library. Having to root through the massive wealth of texts per the recommendation of the other citizens, Link would clearly be experiencing manner strange and exotic things in this closed-off city.
Snow could wait. Squalls could take their time. The one thing Link desired to see more than anything else wasn't something that science or nature could simply produce.
As Link walked, his head hung low, he wished he could see 'her' face just once more. Whether it be in the sun, or the light of the moon, or amongst the amber colored leaves.