[The problem with Link's plan of self-imposed isolation is that he is not the only one who has chosen to quietly lose their mind in the woods. He's late to the party, in fact; Sheik's been out here for the better part of two weeks. What else is he supposed to do? Talk to someone about how shaken the events of the last month have left him? Ha! Only Link would understand, and he wouldn't dare burden him more than he has already.
So, Sheik is collecting firewood - the days may be getting warmer but food still needs to be cooked - when something reaches through the underbrush in his periphery. A deep green, seemingly clawed arm nearly blends in with the shaded tones of the woods around him, but (un?)fortunately, he's rather attuned to that sort of thing. The sticks and twigs he had gathered clatter to the ground around him as he draws his knife, his arm swinging wide to shove aside the foliage obscuring this strange creature from his view.]
Show your--... self...
[Of course, the words die on his tongue when he sees just what - or rather, who - the "strange creature" is. He looks... different (he looks rough), but it's hardly been so long that he'd forget his face.]
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So, Sheik is collecting firewood - the days may be getting warmer but food still needs to be cooked - when something reaches through the underbrush in his periphery. A deep green, seemingly clawed arm nearly blends in with the shaded tones of the woods around him, but (un?)fortunately, he's rather attuned to that sort of thing. The sticks and twigs he had gathered clatter to the ground around him as he draws his knife, his arm swinging wide to shove aside the foliage obscuring this strange creature from his view.]
Show your--... self...
[Of course, the words die on his tongue when he sees just what - or rather, who - the "strange creature" is. He looks... different (he looks rough), but it's hardly been so long that he'd forget his face.]
... Link?