[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 ( Read more... )

[There is music, as there often is from him. In World's End, he had a wider choice, a better selection - here it is his humble lyre, but he sees nothing to complain about in that. The melody itself is something pleasant, perhaps uplifting to hear, even if it is based around simple scales ( Read more... )