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The roads are quiet today. That’s fine. Link knows, realistically, that he should be on alert, because an enemy can jump out at any time, but there’s no one around. Not today and not this far out. He’ll take what he can get.
The horse he’s chosen today is a plain thing, dark brown with white dotting her back half. The mane is white. She’s still a skittish thing, but she’s calmed down considerably since. The way to Lurelin is long, but Link doesn’t mind the trek.
As they crest the hill, Link dismounts and pats the horse’s sides. ‘Stay,’ he signs. She snorts at him, and he blows a breath right back at her with a quiet laugh. Then, he turns and finds a patch of grass to sit and settles down, keeping his eyes trained on the horizon. Last night’s sleep had been...rough. He’d woken up far too early with a pounding heart and shaking hands, and had exited the inn as quietly as he could. And from there, he’d figured he might as well start the day early, since he’s already up and about.
Ahead of him, the sun rises. Link closes his eyes—
and breathes.