Come Ride With Me~Through the Veins of History
[It’s not unusual to find bones in Hyrule field at night. The stalchildren rise as always, their rattling bodies ready to lumber after anything in their path, ready to be outrun or cut down and scattered in the grass. It matters little, come sunrise and all signs of them will vanish into the morning. Come sunset and the entire cycle will begin again.]
[Tonight there seems to be an abundance of bones forming a rough trail from the desert. It ends near the center of the field, where they scatter in a circle around a formidable pile that is doubling as a headrest. Lounging against her impromptu pillow while sprawled in the grass, Din twirls a femur in one hand and watches the stars. A night without a moon would be better for reading, but this will do.]
[Perhaps the bones will reawaken soon.]
[Tonight there seems to be an abundance of bones forming a rough trail from the desert. It ends near the center of the field, where they scatter in a circle around a formidable pile that is doubling as a headrest. Lounging against her impromptu pillow while sprawled in the grass, Din twirls a femur in one hand and watches the stars. A night without a moon would be better for reading, but this will do.]
[Perhaps the bones will reawaken soon.]