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Four felt a shiver run down his spine. It filled him with dread so deep he literally rolled in his grave. Who the hell?! Someone’s out there disrespecting the dead like they ain’t even living.
The smithy appeared by his grave, taking in a very, very sorry sight. Four rubbed his eyes in disbelief, suddenly very tired.
“Wind, what are you doing?”
Wind barely even startled out of his sad, slow twerk. “I’m dancing.”
“Yeah, I can see that. But Wind, can you please just- stop dancing on my grave?”
“Make me.” Wind challenged. As Four was a ghost, he physically could not stop the gremlin.
Wind stared them down as he transitioned the sprinkler into a whip a nae nae. Followed by Gangnam style.
Dear Hylia, no. Four covered his mouth in horror.
Four adopted one of Time’s disappointed looks. “We could curse you right now. Wanna be possessed or something?”
Wind stared him down through the peace signs of his disco poses. “Try me bitch.”
“I will get the Picori to pin you down.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ll get them right now.”
“Do it.”
Four didn’t move from his spot, settling down to watch Wind incorporate Tingle’s kooloo-limpah spin pops into a chika dance. It was horrific.
“…Wind, I’m begging you to stop.”
“Never.” Wind huffed, but after a while he slowed to rest against the gravestone. They sat in comfortable silence for a spell, waiting for Wind to catch his breath.
“So, Wanna explain yourself, you disrespectful little shit?” Four hummed.
Wind shot him a wry smile. “What? Can’t a guy dance on a grave in peace?”
Four considered the peace Wind disrupted with his Goddess-awful dancing.
“No.”
Wind huffed out a laugh. “I guess not… I just wanted to see you guys again.”
Four softened. “You will.”
The smithy reached over and ruffled Wind’s hair, the strands only shifting slightly with a faux breeze.
“But for now,” Four continued, “there’s an entire ocean out there to explore, full of new places, people, and possibilities! Don’t miss out on all that just because you’re missing us, okay?”
“Alright.” Wind ran his hand through his hair, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips.
“And for Din’s sake, learn some new dance moves. I don’t even want to know where you picked up those goddess-forsaken eye blights.
“Wha-?! I’ll have you know I learned from a professional.”
“I straight up refuse to believe that. Those moves are hate crimes.”
“I’m serious! He danced on this one grave my whole first adventure.”
“Wind, that man was 100% cursed.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re just jealous of my sick moves.”
“He was cursed just like you’ll be if you don’t get out of my sight, heathen.”
“Fine! I’m off!” Wind snickered as he snatched up his bag and sword, scrambling away from Fours’ wiggling fingers with faux urgency.
“See you soon!” He hollered over the hill.
“Better not!” Four hollered back. Wind’s answering laugh rang clear across the cliff side.
Four let out a fond sigh, leaning over his grave to rest his hand on his hip “That kid…”
Four whispered a blessing of good fortune and watched as Tetra cuffed him over the head for taking too long.
“He’ll need to train a million more years before he even thinks about approaching my skills.”