The wind whistled in your ears as you held onto Zelda's mane for dear life, burying your face in it against the biting cold, trying not to look down. You were chasing after the snaking blur that was the Demon Dragon, a.k.a Ganondorf, as he twisted through the sky to try and shake you off.

Although Zelda couldn't hear you, you were talking to her quietly, encouraging her gently. Soft huffs through her nose were the only indications that she was listening, that she understood.