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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?

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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.

Lark was a mage of great power and skill, and even she could do no similar thing to the feat he was talking of. She doubted even Sandry in the height of the circle fueled power could have done the like.

"Oh my, that's quite a bit. I'm sorry to say I cannot provide such a thing."

She isn't paying attention to Little Bear and Link, still trying to process what sort of magic could do such a thing. This meant Little Bear felt free to frolic. And when Link grabbed the wood, Little Bear set his feet and tried to tug it away.

"You're not a korok." So makes sense, then, that she couldn't do what korok magic does. Link hadn't really expected it of her, anyway - it was more the clothes she could make him, that he was keen on.

As for Little Bear, well, Link's stubborn enough to get into a game-of-war with a dog. So he does. He keeps his grip tightly on the wood, and pulls, staring a challenge back at the dog as he does so.

This is Link's wood. Little Bear can't have it.

Yes, that is correct, so far as she knew. She finally turns back to Link and sees him and Little Bear fighting over the wood.

"Little Bear, drop it."

And with the word given, he releases the wood. That's just how it was.

"Forgive me, he's eager to play."

Victory! The wood is Link's - and he promptly adds it to the pile, with all of the others.

Then he shrugs. "He's a dog." It's only to be expected that he does as dogs do.

Yes, that's a true statement, and she smiles.

"Indeed he is. My children found and raised him, and now he is mine to care for. And not many people here play with him."

Link looks at Little Bear.

He prefers horses to dogs. Horses are just all around better animals, in Link’s opinion. You can’t ride a dog, for one.

But there’s something sad, about a dog with no one to play with him.

“…I can play with him.

No, one couldn't ride a dog, but they were still good animals.

"He would appreciate that. But don't feel obligated. I'm thinking I will see if he will take to training as a herding animals."

It would help with the glownies.

Link nods - fully intended to play with Little Bear anyway, despite Lark's comments about not feeling obligated. It would help Lark, and Link doesn't mind - so why not?

He likes to be helpful.

He also likes having clothes, and not freezing when he steps outside. So he asks, "Can we measure now?"

"We'll have to go to my room. I carry some supplies on me, but not enough to measure you for a full set of clothing. And I want you to touch the fabrics I'm going to use. It's possible you may have a reaction to one or the other, and it's better to know before we put you in them."

It would be horrid to make him a full outfit only to then find he's allergic to glownie wool.

Link nods. "Okay."

He's finished putting away his new additions to the wood pile, anyway. So there's not anything else Link needs to do here. He's more than happy to follow Lark back to her own.

"I'm down on the second floor," she says, moving slowly back out of the room. TIme to go downstairs.

He could get to Lark's room by Link's preferred method of getting in and out of the Hotel's rooms: by climbing out the window. But it's probably easier to just follow Lark down the stairs. So Link does that, instead.

When they do get to her room, he'll take a look around - curious to see what she has in her space.

For now Lark had taken him into her work room, where there are shelves with bolts of cloth, large spindles of different sorts of thread, and plenty of baskets of fibers to be spun. All around there are other tools of her trade as well, tidied away in neat areas because she needed things to be neat. Sadly she was lacking a proper, full sized loom.

For now she went to the work table and took up her knotted measuring rope, and moved to Link, even as she considers things.

"Hold your arms out to your sides so I can do this."

Link takes a moment to inspect the cloth. He's seen things like this before - in the Kochi dye shop, and in some of the clothing shops. But it was still interesting, seeing what clothing was like before it was made into clothing.

Then Lark wants him to hold his arms out, so he does so. He doesn't comment or speak as she works, but he keenly watches everything that she does.

She takes time quickly measuring and then moving to note it down on paper. Then, when she's done with that (a rather quick task), she moves to the bolts of fabric.

"Can I have you touch this one with your left hand, and this one with your right," she says, tapping two different bolts.

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