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[blue_motormouth]

[She's starting to wonder if she insulted a great fairy somewhere along the line. It seemed like an impossible thing to do considering their cheerful disposition, but then again, her predicament is pretty impossible too. At least she has clothes this time.]

[Cresting a grassy knoll in the field, a young girl with light blue curls stumbles, falling

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[blue_motormouth]

[She distantly registers the faint whiz of an arrow and a gust of cold air, but damned if she's stopping to look. It isn't until she has made the overhang and scrambled up into the tiniest spot in the back that her mind begins to process again. When she has finished tucking up in a ball and burying her head in her knees it finally catches up with the situation.]

I-I'm always okay!

[The words come out a little shaky, even for her voiceless speech. Her lungs won't stop heaving, she had no idea breathing hurt this much. She sneaks a dirty hand behind her knees and rubs her cheek, leaving a smudge over the blue freckles. She's fine, she just wants to sit here for a minute, is all. Yeah.]

[blue_motormouth]

[Automatically:] What?

[But only one person says her name like that, even with a Hyrule full of heroes. Her head lifts, two glowing blue eyes peeking out above her pants and then she's unfolding herself, crawling out from her makeshift hideaway.]

[She'll get to talking or explaining or denying or assuring in a second, right now her face has a meeting with a tunic, and if her arms have anything to do with it she's not coming out.]

[blue_motormouth]

[She nods stubbornly even as her arms circle his chest in an impossible attempt to bring herself closer still. It's almost like being between cupped hands if she doesn't think too much.]

I...I'm okay...Wasn't, I mean...

[For some reason having this comfort there is making it harder to get a handle on her breathing, but she bites her lip and scrunches up her face, just holding her breath until it learns its lesson and stops shaking. Link said it's okay now, so her stupid body better get the message.]

[blue_motormouth]

[She risks a peek out when something is draped around her, finding the darkness of a little cloth room in her vision. She pauses in momentary confusion, but it distracts enough to bring down some of the adrenaline jitters. When she gets it she manages a small smile that turns into a snicker upon remembering something from an age or an hour ago.]

[Releasing her tight grip on Link's chest she raises both arms to make indents in the tent and slowly waves them back and forth.]

Wooooo, I am the spirit of your haaat Link! Wash meeeee! I smeeeelll funnyyyy!

[blue_motormouth]

Uh-huh. An' I'm secretly a giant aquatic amoeba, didn't you know?

[She lowers her arms from their 'spirit' position and fishes around the blanket until she finds an edge, opening enough for her face to show. Her smirk is a little hesitant, but it's there, and she pokes a hand out to wave.]

Hiya.

[blue_motormouth]

Bah. That poser is always bringing us REAL amoeba's a world of trouble. We're a ton awesomer than that.

Oh yeah? You want me to- ["keep a lookout from above?"] -um, oh hey, hi horsey!

[The catch could almost be ignored as a typical short attention span, and she's already using Link as a jungle gym to get closer and hold her hand out to the horse. Of course, she may just be trying to get him to fall over, sweet thing that she is.]

[blue_motormouth]

[Success! She awards herself a mental pat on the back, but carefully disentangles herself so she stands on the ground instead of Link's chest. People are heavy, after all.]

[She jingles softly at the horse and strokes along its nose and neck, the fairy equivalent of cooing.]

Are you helping Link around today? That's nice of you. I'll try to find you a carrot later, kay?

[She's pretty sure that wet and stingy feeling on her ankle means it's bleeding, but everyone else ignores that stuff so she figures she's not supposed to check.]

[blue_motormouth]

Mmkay!

[She pauses for a moment when he touches her leg to remember her lines, then flicks a glance down just long enough to see the smeared red.]

What? Oh, huh. It's nothing; I must've fell or something.

[With a shrug, she's off rooting through the saddlebags with what she hopes is the right amount of nonchalance. She manages to discover a carrot and smiles triumphantly, bringing it around for the horse to grab.]