#also they're huge!! always facing towards the sun! probably starts making this comparison in earnest after the first few

[balladetto]

     Beneath the gentle weight and fruity scent, Link stills. Water curves along his cheeks and drips down his chin as careful fingers brush through his hair, pushing wheaten strands aside for twined stems and blooms. There's a memory here in this sensation that chokes him with the sudden emotion it stirs up in his throat and behind his eyes — plucked from childhood by hands that know it as intimately as he does.

     His silence holds a stunned note as he straightens from where he's curled, absentmindedly swiping an arm across his face and pressing wet palms into the bottom of his tunic. He looks, rapt, at the reflection that stares back at him from the brook's surface.

     It is a rather big crown for a rather small head.

     The child in the water smiles: beatific. Trembly. It must be the ripples. Link turns to his companion, left hand tentatively patting at silky petals, and laughs. Not the loudest, but perhaps the most honest he ever has since they've met. "Perfect," he parrots, 'cause it really is! When did Older Link have the time to do this? All of a single type of flower, too, so primroses for little prim must really mean someth— wait. Is that...would that make him—?

     Warmth pools and spills outwards from his chest, and there's no denying how his voice shakes — overwhelmingly delighted — when he laughs this time. Primrose. Prim. It's definitely less confusing than Link and Link! Which means the other half there needs a gifted name as well, and he's already got just the one to put to that beaming face.

     "Sunflow-er," he lilts, testing. Then, more solidly: "Sunny...thank you." Shame he doesn't have any real sunflowers to help complete the look!

The elder couldn't help but laugh at the boy's antics, sticking out his own tongue in retaliation out of sheer HUMOR. Once the other had fully turned, he tiptoed closer once more, taking a moment first to judge as to whether or not the other would whirl back around on him and ruin the surprise. When there was no indication of motion from the other, it was only then that he removed the surprise from behind his back and delicately placed it upon his CROWN.

A chain of primrose flowers found themselves housed atop the boy's head, calloused fingers surprisingly delicate in the manner of which they adjusted the flowers there. The crown was ABUNDANT, skillfully woven to fit the boy's head in an array of bright and cheerful blossoms.

"There! Perfect!" Hands clapped with finality, signifying a job WELLDONE. He was rather proud of his work. "Well? What do you think?" Came the inquire, lips widening with a growing smile. "Primroses for Little Prim!"