[Hardly, if at all different from Sheik's usual voice, if a little less wearied and a little more openly irritated. The words, however, are all muttered in Sheikah, the post being accidental. It's barely audible over the sounds of hushed, quick movement.]

Kafei?

...If you're playing your tricks again, Hët'Vahrahr...

Where have I ended up?

[What to do when you've little to say? Music, of course. It is, once more, the violin Sheik is playing. It is a strange medley, based upon the same few notes, but he has woven them into something different, something new. It speaks of light in darkness, fragile but unwavering. It ends upon a high note ( Read more... )