Zelda closed her eyes and leaned back a bit, her short golden hair falling back a bit with her, enjoying the clear skies and sunlight.

Link was out, waist-deep in the water, frozen completely, unmoving and quiet. He was crouched in the water, his hands outstretched, as if he was waiting for something. His dirty-blonde hair seemed to get in his eyes, but he didn’t move to push it away, his ocean-blue eyes fixated solely on the crashing waves.

Zelda had insisted that they go to the beach, saying that had been a perfect day; and she wasn’t wrong.

The waves crashed against the shore, foaming and crashing into the separate smaller waves, before receding back into the water. The beach was clear and a beautiful blue; free of rocks, seaweed, and debris of any kind. Small crabs scuttled across the clear, pale sand.

Pelicans and seagulls soared the skies, and fish swam in the water, jumping out every once in a while to make a scene, their scales glittering in the afternoon sunshine.