A breeze running through the air, the sound of chirping insects a twittering birds, the village children playing and the waters of Ordon Spring smashing gently against the shore. Link couldn’t help the soft smile that found his face, steel blue gaze softening as he glanced over at you. He brought a hand up to his forehead, wiping the sweat away as he parted his lips to speak, country accent slipping and heavy with his words.

“Hey there, Pumpkin.”