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Revali sits on Vah Medoh, with Link resting with his head on the Ritos lap and his sketching book on top of Links hair. They had flown up to Medoh in an attempt to get away from Rito Village, where the Rito stare at the two lovebirds constantly. Medoh, at least, is the place where they can be alone, with nobody watching. Revali sighs, and opens his book the the latest picture that he’s working on: a real-time drawing of the view from Medoh. He’s already done most of the linework and just needs to shade in most of the picture at home. He does a quick double check to make sure he’s gotten everything he needs.
Link sleeping peacefully with him? Check. That was the first thing he did.
Rito Village in the distance? Check.
That gorgeous valley between the two mountains that he and Link love relaxing in, complete with small cottage for the pair while travelling? Check.
Small screaming Hylian falling from the sky, flapping their arms wildly and headed straight towards them? Che - Wait WHAT?!
Revali has just enough time to haul Link up and lunge away before the comet/human crashes down to Medohs surface, releasing a plume of red smoke with red light so bright that Revali has to turn away. The roar seems eternal, but Link sleeps through it all. In the one corner of his mind that isn’t screaming in terror, Revali isn’t surprised that Link’s still asleep. Honestly, the boy could sleep rolling down a hill during a thunderstorm.
Eventually, the red light fades and the smoke clears. Revali places Link down and steps over to the form that fell from the sky. The form looks like a Hylian, but their ears aren’t pointy like Links. The clothes are unfamiliar as well: blue and purple striped tunic and brown trousers. Their brown hair hangs down towards their shoulders and their skin is tinged yellow. Revali’s never seen anybody like this human before.
The human opens it’s eyes then, at which point Revali notices that the human is looking at him out of two slits, presumably their eyes. “Who’re you?” the human asks of Revali and he doesn’t know how to respond. So he goes with the classic response: “Revali. And you?”
The human looks up at him and Revali notices at shiny gold locket hanging from their neck. He waits for a response. And waits. And waits some more. Eventually, after what seems like an eternity, the human opens their mouth.
“My name… is Frisk.”
Revali cocks his head. Frisk? What an odd name. Frisk looks at him some more and asks, “have you seen a talking flower anywhere. Because I need to strangle that thing,” and Revali groans in annoyance. Then Frisk cries out in pain, likely from the fifty or so broken bones from falling out of the sky, and Revali swears a bit.
Why does his life have to be so complicated?