the princeling sighs at the sound of footsteps, the beginning of a pout to form on his face.
‘I thought I made it very clear I didn’t want to be attended to
today, I’m quite tired – ’
a spluttering; goldstrewn mahogany eyes widen in frustration, surprise, and confusion at the sight of the golden hero himself rather than a bothersome attendant.
'L-Link? What’re you doing here? And who let you onto my balcony?!’
“Always such a dork” she said playfully. “Come on, let’s see who can fly to the top of Dragon Roost first!” she said extending her wings and preparing to take flight.
‘You may have had your wings longer, but I’m
clearly the better flyer. Get ready to lose!’
he doesn’t give her the chance to reply – instead he sticks out his tongue in a 'you snooze you lose’ gesture and, preceded by a cloud of feathers, erupts into flight, a streamlined figure jet-setting for the top dragon roost mountain.
happiness quickly washesacross dark brown features, a light smile rollicking across his lips much like the waves he once watched, transforming his visage from the portrait of boredom to joy and, noticeably, relief.