I'm in your DR, screwing up your seasonal continuity :333
6:00am Waking with the dawn is a farmer's instinct, and the one part of home he’ll never leave behind.
6:04am He mutters an Old Hylianish saying that both he and time forgot. The individual words no longer hold congruence with anything in modern language, but it's the underlying sentiment that matters. Dedication and goodness are, and will always be, timeless truths.
6:30am Hyrule is constantly changing, and he can see it in the faces of owls that flee the crunching leaves beneath his boots, and in the overgrown vines spread out in hypnotic curls around the highest branches of the taller trees.
6:35am There’s change reflected in the river water he splashes onto his face, too, but it’s too gradual to notice. His face is slimmer and his eyes sharper--sharper, but not hardened.
Two years have passed.
Now
[Basking in the sunlight atop a grassy knoll, he admires the interconnectedness between, and unseen strength imbued with, all things natural.]
Din, nobody's up. [Sigh] I should have just gone back to sleep.
[...Or not. After letting out a monstrous yawn, he spends a minute or two attempting bird calls. Bizarrely, frighteningly accurate bird calls; The kind that make you wonder just how much time the person's spent sitting somewhere, diligently attending to the practice.]
[Two years. Everything and nothing has changed.]
6:04am He mutters an Old Hylianish saying that both he and time forgot. The individual words no longer hold congruence with anything in modern language, but it's the underlying sentiment that matters. Dedication and goodness are, and will always be, timeless truths.
6:30am Hyrule is constantly changing, and he can see it in the faces of owls that flee the crunching leaves beneath his boots, and in the overgrown vines spread out in hypnotic curls around the highest branches of the taller trees.
6:35am There’s change reflected in the river water he splashes onto his face, too, but it’s too gradual to notice. His face is slimmer and his eyes sharper--sharper, but not hardened.
Two years have passed.
Now
[Basking in the sunlight atop a grassy knoll, he admires the interconnectedness between, and unseen strength imbued with, all things natural.]
Din, nobody's up. [Sigh] I should have just gone back to sleep.
[...Or not. After letting out a monstrous yawn, he spends a minute or two attempting bird calls. Bizarrely, frighteningly accurate bird calls; The kind that make you wonder just how much time the person's spent sitting somewhere, diligently attending to the practice.]
[Two years. Everything and nothing has changed.]