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WHO: Link and you!
WHERE: The Hangar, the Hotel, and various places across Temba
WHAT: Link searches for scientists, looks at ships, and moves into a new home
WHEN: After Link's arrival & the blizzard event
WARNINGS: None expected

The new ponty-eared arrival in Temba isn't exactly looking like a style icon as he runs around Temba, wearing the slightly oversized sweatshirt and pants that Gladio gave him. In deference to the cold, on top of that he's also tied an old ratty blanket around his neck, as if it were a cloak.

And of course, on top of that, there is the Master Sword, slung on his back.

But Link certainly doesn't let the fact that he arrived wholly unprepared for the winter cold stop him from exploring this new location.

I. Searching for ~~quest-givers~~ scientists
So, Link is here. He knows he's here because the Agrii want heroes to help save them from the storms. He knows, at this point, absolutely nothing about said storms, or how to stop them.

But Gladio mentioned 'smart science types'. People like Purah, or Robbie. People who might have the knowledge and intelligence to figure out what's going on. If Link's going to figure out how he's going to help...they seem like a good place to start.

So he goes looking. Maybe he manages to track someone down by name. Maybe he finds a place that looks suitably...sciency, and just figures that whoever is in there is probably a scientist. Or knows where to find one.

Either way, wherever they are, Link will find them. And then just kind of look at them, with an odd, intense yet strangely blank-faced expression.

"...Hi," he says, still staring.

II. Hangar & the ships
The ships Link found partly while looking for scientists, partly while just exploring.

When he first sees them, he just...stares. He has no frame of reference for what these massive things are. But he can't help but be reminded - at least in some way - of the Divine Beasts. But while the Divine Beasts were similarly colossal in scale, they weren't spread out across Hyrule. Not all clustered together, in one place.

Link definitely wants to see what's inside these.

Though it takes a while, before he can get into one. The first few he tries, for whatever reason, he just...can't get in. But then he comes to the one that looks a bit scrappy - the Bloodsport - and the door just opens at a touch.

He peers in. What will he find in here?

III. The hotel
In the days and weeks after Link moves into one of the Hotel rooms, a few themes will soon emerge to anyone who pays attention.

Firstly, Link clearly pays absolutely no attention to any kind of schedule; he is just as likely to leave or arrive in the middle of the night, as he is any time during the day. Though he doesn't spend all that much time in the room itself, usually spending his time elsewhere.

Secondly, he keeps bringing back things. A armfull of baconrooms. Several bunches of Chicken Daisies. Pieces of wood. Rocks. Assorted debris. Even a few small lizards, one time. Although Link soon learned - to his disappointment - that lizards don't always stay where you put them.

He also has a habit of not always taking the stairs. There's a perfectly good window, after all. Why walk down, when you can climb?

IV. Wildcard
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Link was about to explain that no, he didn't need help, thank you. But then one of the pieces of wood he was lugging back shifted, and tumbled out of his arms.

He looks at it, lying there on the ground, before looking back at the woman. And the dog, who Link cannot pet right now because he has no arms free to do so.

"...Maybe?"

She smiled softly, trying not to be amused at how Link had lost the item. For now she moved forward to collect some from the top of the pile. And the fallen piece of wood? Well, it was more like a stick and yes, Little Bear was happy to race forward and pick it up. The dog looked very excited.

"Someone isn't playing enough fetch," she told the dog with a smile. "I'll tell Lerith for next time he takes you for a walk."

Link watches the dog as he runs and jumps around them.

He doesn't say anything in particular. The woman seems to be busy talking to the dog, so Link probably shouldn't butt in. He just walks towards to the hotel entrance, and trusts that they'll follow.

(No climbing back into his room - not this time, at least.)

What a curious young man, saying nothing. But he walks and Lark follows after him. Little Bear of course prances after her, tail eagerly wagging over his prize.

"My name is Lark."

Link tilts his head to one side. "Like the bird?"

Then, he adds: "I'm Link." Since usually people tend to want his name too, when they give theirs.

"Exactly like the bird. I always loved their song," she said with a smile. Which was not the reason she'd chosen it, but it had helped with it.

"It is a very good name you have. Strong."

"They taste good too." Which probably doesn't seem like compliment, especially to someone who doesn't know Link. But Link loves food. Any association with food is, in Link's mind, always a good thing.

There's a reason he named all of his horses after food.

It's nice that she likes his name too, so he adds, "Thank you."

Taste good? Oh dear. Lark doesn't comment on that, for she can respect needing to eat, it also always struck her as the sort of silly thing nobility ate.

"You are quite welcome. Where are we taking this wood?"

Link didn't know if larks were a noble thing to eat. He couldn't really remember. He'd just seen one one day, hunted it, and cooked it.

"In here," Link says, as they come to the doors of the Hotel. "Then up," he adds, just to be helpful.

Larks were often things that, in her world, were consumed only by nobles who were showing off.

"Ah. I'm a resident here. I have two rooms on the second floor."

"Two rooms?" What's her second room for, he wonders? Does she have lots of things she needs a place for, like Link?

The overly large stairs are a bit of a challenge, but by now Link had gotten the hang of it. He just had to take really, really big steps.

"Yes. I need a room for my loom and spinning work. I'm a thread mage, and I make cloth and clothing."

That's really the most important thing for her, providing for people like that. She heads up the stairs with him, though Little Bear races ahead of them quite easily.

Meanwhile Link just stops, right there on the stairs.

He's never heard of a thread mage before, but he can make a very, very good guess.

"You make clothes?" he says, practically vibrating. "Enchanted clothes?"

Stopping, on the stairs? Oh, the poor thing must be so tired with all this lugging things around. Lark will have to offer him some tea when they get upstairs.

"I do. Very few people ask for them of course. They have bought things when we have visited other worlds, or use the replicators. But spinning and weaving and making clothes is what I do here. And yes, I do weave magic into them when I have cause to."

Not that there is often cause to. At this point she's mostly been using her magic to weave large amounts of cloth quickly, given she hadn't acquired a full scale loom yet so she could make cloth faster. There was just so much to be done, but of course she had to be careful. Though here she'd found there were many capable hands to defend them all, and her magics were less suitable for emergencies, so the reserves she might normally hold back she gave now and then to more complex workings.

"Oh, I should give you a spool of thread. I try to give them to people, to carry for a time. If they go missing and need found and we cannot do so with the communication system, I can sometimes use the thread to weave a map to find them."

This place was dangerous enough that keeping thread suited for making maps to lost people was too important to let go of.

Oh, Link's not tired at all. He's just very, very interested in getting some enchanted clothing.

He's also baffled as to why people wouldn't ask for enchanted clothing. It's so useful.

"Can you make me some?" he asks. "I don't have any of my enchanted armour here." Just his Gerudo outfit, which wasn't enchanted at all. And was very, very unsuited to the current weather.

Could she? The look of surprise and then briefly of pleasure on her face is not to be denied. Lark offered him a nod at that.

"I've an abundance of wool at the moment, that should do well for this weather. Once we deliver this wood of yours, might I borrow you briefly for some quick measurements? I fear I haven't much dyed right now, but I have some workable soft oranges at the moment."

They could talk about what the magic on the cloth should be after. It's possible she will not be able to give him quite what he wants, but clothing that is extra durable, warm, and perhaps resists staining will help to start with.

"I'd offer spidersilk garments, but I'm dreadfully low on material. And of course I can't have the seeds from Eorzea planted until spring..."

Actually, if he's truly excited, she did have a few bolts left from Eorzea. Maybe that green she had gotten to make another poncho for Bruno...

Link nods eagerly, his head bopping up and down with clear enthusiasm.

"I'll find spidersilk for you," he promises. Even though he has no idea how or where to collect spidersilk. Should he just go around picking up lots of spiderwebs?

Something to figure out later. For now, though, Link's moving again - and from the way he's practically bounding up the stairs, he's clearly not tired at all.

Well now wasn't he a spirited young man? She chuckled under her breath, thinking fondly of Briar being told he could work in Rosethorn's garden that day, and bit her lip to stop her chuckles.

"If you're that eager, then when you're ready I'll not only tell you where to go for it, but how it needs gathered. I believe I still have a pot of the salve Moonshade and I brewed to keep the spiders off of you. They are fascinating creatures, and without them we would have no silk, so we used the salve to keep them from attacking and anyone getting hurt. It works out well enough for us both. We get some of their silk, and they can string new webs to catch new food for them."

Oh, and there would of course need to be an offering of giant spider appropriate food as thanks, because that was only fair.

"I would fetch it myself but I'm quite busy with what work I must do."

Plus the webbing seemed as excitable as wool sometimes, and Lark worried if it reacted too eagerly to her magic it would tear down all the webs of the spiders and that would be horrible. So she would not go herself.

Link had been getting a little ahead of her, so he had to pause to let her catch up. "Moonshade is an elixir? How do you make it?" Link did always want to learn new recipes - whether for food, or elixirs.

Then he's speeding up again, now that she's catching up. Fortunately though, they're not too far off - Link's chosen room is several levels higher than Lark's, but it's not all the way at the top other.

"This way!" He says, kicking open the door to the floor.

"Moonshade was a friend, an elf of considerable hunting skill and knowledge," she says.

What she doesn't say is 'like you', because it's very clear to her that this young man and the woman she had known were not the same people. His ears were so much smaller, and his eyes not nearly as large. He didn't even have the same sorts of facial features as Lerith, who was a whole other sort of elf.

"But the balm, I can teach you that. I have it written down, seeing as I don't have the agricultural datapoint."

It became so much harder to remember things from the datapoints otherwise. And this one she had lots of trouble with. It's almost as if the knowledge was hard to hold onto, without someone with the datapoint to guide her in using it. How frustrating.

"Of course," she says as she follows him to the room. This is far higher than she normally goes, to a point where she has to wonder if the surviving stairs even go much further than this.

Probably a good thing she didn't add 'like you', because 'elf' is not a word that Link knows, or would ever think to apply to himself. The only word he's ever known for his own people is Hylian.

(He does, however, find it strange that everyone here has these weird round ears, instead of normal pointed ones.)

"Agricultural datapoint?" he repeats, curious. "Like the one at the fountain?"

And then they're in Link's room, and Lark will promptly be greeted with what is, for someone who has only been here a short time, a very large amount of stuff.

In one corner, there's a large pile of wood that Link goes and dumps his most recent find onto. A desk is covered with various mushrooms. Beside it is another pile of flowers, but on the floor because there's no room on the desk. And then in another corner, there's a pile of rocks - mostly flint, but also other small, glittery rocks.

The lizards are not in sight. They've long since made their escape.

"Yes. There are a number of those things through the city, and they give us skills."

And that's about as much explanation as he's going to get because Lark needs to boggle at this all.

"Your storage room?"

Link pauses, and looks at the room. There's still a bed in here. Which he does sleep in. So it's not really his storage room...

...He does suppose it's got quite a few of his things in it, though.

"I don't have my korok-enchanted pack," he explains, as he attempts to retrieve the last piece of wood from Little Bear.

Enchanted pack? She looks around, her eyes widening. This is so much.

"And all of this could fit in one pack?"

That defied all laws of magic and physics she knew. It was mind blowing. Magic to even a magic user.

Little Bear meanwhile was considering Link and whether or not to allow him to take the piece of wood. With the other approaching the dog decides this clearly an attempt to play, and he dances back a few steps, bouncing in a little play bow, letting Link know he's not being serious.

Link nods. It hasn't ever occurred to him that his pack is actually a feat of exceptional magic, beyond what most people could imaging. It was there when he woke up, in the Shrine of Resurrection. To him, it's just...normal. Something he's used to always having on hand.

"And my weapons. My shields. My armor. My meals..." he says, as he eyes Little Bear. He's not as familiar with dogs as he is horses, but he's still seen enough of them to know this particular game.

Link stays still, letting Little Bear dance around him. Until he spots a good moment, where he might be able to grab the wood - and suddenly lunges for it.

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