Mar 08, 2011 15:56
[The Sheikah looks to be sitting in the bough of a tree this time, though he isn't playing music. Instead, he's meticulously cleaning a long, slightly curved knife, the sharp edge gleaming in the light.]
The fair folk of the forest seem far more active in spring.
[His voice is a little dry. He sets to polishing the knife with a clean corner of the cloth - the rest is stained mottled green.]
And I'd be wary if one sees horses by the waterside. They may well be handsome beasts to look upon, but I imagine they look quite different when they drag you under.
[Apparently satisfied with his work, he flicks the blade up over his fingers and twirls it, watching the way it catches the light. Showy though the gesture is, it serves a purpose - he runs the cloth against a resilient spot of dirt before spinning it over his hand again, catching the grip in his hand and sliding it smoothly into the scabbard.
He points upwards to where, in the branches, a little cluster of brightly coloured birds can be seen.]
They're rather more helpful than some, however. You should look to them, if you find yourself lost.
fae: general,
always working,
fae: hyter sprites,
always watching,
apparently just a minstrel