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Wind looks up at the huge bonfire their resident pyromaniac has built on the sands of Lurelin Beach. It's huge, and if he leans back the smoke goes up and up into the dark sky until it fades away and he can't see it anymore.
His back is warm, leaning up against Warriors’ legs, a fleecy blanket, given to him by Time when the chill started to take over their impromptu campsite, is wrapped around his middle, his bare toes buried in the soft, white sand.
Four, always the first to get cold besides Warriors, comes to join them.
He snuggles in to share the blanket wordlessly, relaxed and content after dinner. Near enough to the fire to be warm, far enough away that the light from the flames don't stop them seeing the pinpricks of light in the black, cloudless sky above them. The smithy leans into his side and Wind feels himself drift.
Eyes closed and dozing, the voices of his friends wash over him.
Warriors deep laugh rumbles suddenly in his chest, making Wind open his eyes blearily for a moment.
He sees Legend and Hyrule sitting close together, the Veteran listening quietly with a small smile, head on his hand and shoulders relaxed for once as the Traveller explains something to him with wild arm movements and animated facial expressions.
Twilight is telling ghost stories, but from Wild’s face and the soft rumbling coming from Warriors behind him, the stories aren't as scary as the rancher hoped.
Sky is whittling a new spoon for their cook, half of his attention on his task and, from the wry smile, the other half listening to Twilight.
Time, sitting next to him, holds a cup in his hands, taking periodic sips as if it contains something warm. He appears to be in a world of his own, staring into the dancing flames, his face content and relaxed.
Four leans closer, his head coming down to rest on Wind’s shoulder and the Pirate lets his eyes drift closed again.
Another rumbling laugh behind him and Wind feels his lips twitch up, drifting further now, on the cusp of sleep. The ebb and flow of the voices around him get his imagination flowing, weaving themselves into images and colours and impressions that turned into stories in his mind.
Almost, but not quite dreams.
He sighs and feels a hand run through his hair, an encouragement, warm and amused to sleep. He opens his eyes slightly again, to see that Four has already drifted off, leaning into Wind’s side, his own back also against Warriors who is supporting them - the Captain's back against a log.
The Smithy looks young and content, his face peaceful and Wind smiles.
He gives a slight shiver when a stubborn gust of wind blows through, he shifts slightly when Warriors leans over to tug the blanket down so it covers him more fully, another tug and Four is covered as well.
With a content sigh he relaxes and finally lets himself drift off completely. The soft sounds of his friends wash over him for hours as they chat and laugh. Until he finally half-rouses when he feels Sky lift him from Warriors, Time is on the other side picking up Four.
He feels the Skyloftian place him gently onto his bedroll which he crawls into, still very much asleep,
Sky tucks him in the rest of the way with a puff of a laugh and a soft hand cards through his hair. He half-hears a whispered goodnight.
Without waking fully, Wind rolls onto his side and sighs, fully relaxing once again as the lapping waves give him dreams of home.