#grebas

[lucifeena]

She hates window shoppers… 👏

[alphagirl404]

Happy Mother’s Day from the Skyloft Moms.

(Names for those who don’t know: Mallara. Piper. Wryna. Goselle. Greba. And Luv)

[ateneanike]

El Museo británico dispone de una magnífica colección de armaduras casi completas en bronce, tipos de yelmos, grebas, etc.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Okay, well replaying Skyward Sword reminded me that I wrote this like a year ago buried in a reblog so I'm just gonna air it out and plop it here.

The first time Link had disappeared, it had caused alarm. Zelda had just gone missing, ripped from her loftwing by a treacherous tornado, and suddenly Link was a haggard mess, dressed in a knight’s uniform, and then gone. People feared that he had been hurt too, a search shouldn’t last after sunset; he wasn’t a full knight, after all. However, Headmaster Gaepora had managed to calm the academy students, and the news spread throughout Skyloft.

It took almost a week for Link to return to Skyloft. When people saw his crimson loftwing circling around the town, a collective sigh of relief fell over the sky island. If he’d been gone consistently for so long, then he’d only return when he’d found Zelda, after all. Not to mention it meant they were both safe.

However, that had not been the case. Link had been alone, tired, and filthy. His clothes had tears in them in certain places, he had strange silky threads wrapped around parts of his legs, dry blood stains were disturbingly evident on his tunic, and he practically had bags under the already constantly present bags under his eyes. He had landed just by the goddess statue and had not been seen since. However, another bright light had appeared in the cloud barrier, unnerving the Skyloftians, who chattered about it amongst each other.

The bazaar had been exceptionally busy that day, and the new red light in the sky caused people to gather there to discuss the matter. It meant there were long lines just to get inside, and Link had not seemed keen to stand among the crowds to get the supplies he so desperately needed. Instead, he’d sat on the bench outside, waiting for the townspeople to eventually spread throughout the island once more and give him the space he needed to prepare for his next trip.

The crowds did indeed start to thin, but as people trickled out of the bazaar with hot drinks and hot gossip on their tongues, they paused, finding the boy passed out on the bench. At first it was amusing; Link often fell asleep all over town. But then it was worrisome. He looked haggard. Everyone in town was invested in this boy’s well-being; they’d all welcomed him into their homes at one point or another, the adults all remembered the little orphan wandering the island aimlessly in the days after his father’s unfortunate death, they all remembered bringing him into their homes with promises of warm food and a pillow to lay his head on.

So it had been collectively decided that someone would fetch a pillow from their home and get Link a bit more settled. Wryna brought a blanket as well, but Greba had pointed out worriedly that Link was still a mess (with an emphatic “He stinks!” from Kukiel). Mallara had gotten Commander Eagus, who had promptly swaddled Link in the blanket and carried him to the academy to tend to him.

After that encounter, everyone on Skyloft had decided that they’d keep an extra careful eye out for the boy.

This new pact ended up saving the young knight-in-training’s life. The next time he came back, he had fallen off his loftwing entirely, caught only by Pipit, who had been notified that something was wrong when Orielle noticed the loftwing’s panicked screeches. He’d been unconscious before he fell into his classmate’s strong arms, and even Groose and his stooges had watched in concern as Pipit had rushed Link to the infirmary.

But today was not quite so dire. Link had been missing from Skyloft for two weeks after he’d recovered (his periods of absence continued to grow, much to everyone’s concern), but this morning Jakamar, his wife Wryna, and their daughter Kukiel woke up to a surprise green bundle curled up in their bed. He was on the edge, barely taking any space, but he hogged a majority of that side of the bed’s blanket. At first Jakamar nearly jumped out of his skin until he realized who it had to be, and he pulled the blanket back just enough to see the curved little ears and fluffy dirty blonde hair that everyone on Skyloft knew so well.

Blowing out a sigh, he turned away and held his wife as she peered over his shoulder. “Well, at least we know where he is.”

“He’ll be hungry,” Wryna commented. “I’ll get started on breakfast.”

Jakamar grunted in acknowledgement as his wife crawled to the bottom of the bed to climb over the wooden frame so as to avoid waking Link. Kukiel shot up and started to bounce on the bed in excitement, and Jakamar scooped her into his arms and also climbed out of bed in a similar manner. The house was silent as the family cleaned their faces and prepped for the day (though only because the parents constantly had to remind Kukiel to keep quiet with gentle shushes and fingers over their lips), and then Jakamar took his daughter out for a morning stroll while Wryna busied herself in the kitchen area.

When he got back to the smell of a delicious breakfast, he stretched and smiled, glancing at the bed to find it empty. He looked back to see Wryna’s disappointed face.

“He’s gone!” Kukiel exclaimed in her high voice.

“I didn’t see him step out,” Wryna said guiltily.

Jakamar put a hand on his wife and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry about it, hon. At least he got some sleep. Pack it up in a bottle, if we see him we’ll give it to him.”

Jakamar had the luck to find Link later that day as the boy was meandering around the windmills. Although Jakamar was getting ready to offer the now lukewarm food, Link instead started asking him about the windmill’s missing propeller. Jakamar helped him as best he could, and just as Link rushed off to find Gondo at Jakamar’s suggestion (he figured the robot, though broken, might be able to help), the man called out to him, waving the large bottle with food carefully packed inside.

Link stared at him, confused. Jakamar held out the bottle. “Take it, kid. You look like you’re starving.”

It was a bit of a slip up to admit it to his face. Link often would recoil at such remarks, would cover it up with an embarrassed laugh and then actively avoid whoever said it for a while, which then made it even harder to help him. But it was the truth - he did look gaunt and worn thin. Jakamar was usually a pretty easygoing guy, but this seemed like it was starting to get serious. He wished the headmaster would reel the kid in.

Link’s expression shifted, so easily readable on his face, and his confusion clearly became shame. He looked down at the ground, biting his lip. When Jakamar pushed the bottle into his sight again, he took it wordlessly, but as he locked eyes with the man he gave a grateful smile. Before Jakamar could get a word in, Link turned on his heel and headed for the bazaar.

Jakamar blew out a sigh as he watched the boy run. Hylia look out for him.

[banfrancop]

..."Y cuando hubieron llegado a la casa del tesoro, llamada Teocalco, luego los españoles sacan afuera todos los artefactos tejidos de pluma, tales como travesaños de pluma de quetzal, escudos finos, discos de oro, collares de los dioses, las lunetas de la nariz, hechas de oro; las grebas de oro, las ajorcas de oro, las diademas de oro.

Inmediatamente fue desprendido de todos los escudos el oro mismo, que de todas las insignias. Y luego hicieron una gran bola de oro y dieron fuego, encendieron, prendieron llama a todo lo que restaba, por valioso que fuera: con cual todo ardió".

Y por esto y por muchas otras cosas más, España debe pedir perdón a México.

[link-is-a-dork]

Goselle: “Did you hear the news? One of the students in the Wing Ceremony has lost his bird! It’s gone missing!”

Greba: “Oh, really? Thet’s terrible!”

Mallara: “To tell the truth, I’m not comfortable around birds. It’s their talons-- They look so sharp and painful!”

[galtzagorri-marrazki]

GREBA EGUNAK

2022 NEGUA

Deskribapena:

Urepeleko mendiak dira ikusten dituzuenak.

Aste horretan absurdismotik jotzeko gogoa nuen.

Bezperan greba eguna ginuen (ez dakit zenbat garrena) ta atxiloaldi batekin bukatu zen,

ta beraz nehor ez zen lanean, salbu iguzkia! he he

Gauza da ez nuela gogorik grebaren inguruko marrazki bat egitea. Prentsa eta aho guzietan zen Macronen erreformen kontrako greba...

luzaz segitu du marrazki hoi ta gero ere.

Langileek hamar astetik gora grebetan ibilirik ere deus ez zen lortu. Gora Macron ta Macronistak!

[brooklyndreaming]

about the mini goats

can i say that i hate that you just click your phone, click a pet, and they just pop into your inventory and are an item. I moved households and my "items" were returned to me. I get it this is how chickens and stuff work too.

it feels like a game testing feature and like how hard would it have been to click on a rabbit hole building or something?

i do love them so much, my little sheep Boink, Shakira, and Greba Grackentire

[rainsofcastamererpg]

Señores del Terror

Walton Patas-De-Acero 30 años

Walton es uno de los hombres más leales a Roose Bolton. Siempre con sus grebas de acero, ganadas en batalla singular contra un caballero Manderly, se muestra cada vez más orgulloso gracias a su cercanía y a la confianza que lord Bolton le brinda. Lo más cercano a un escudero que se puede tener, lo más parecido a una mano derecha, si cabe, que se puede desear. Roose no le preguntó sobre sus orígenes, tampoco le importa en demasía. Y Walton no hace muchas preguntas, acata las ordenes y las imparte cuando es necesario, con su amada lanza de la que es experto.

Sueña y tiene la certeza de que cuando la guerra acabe lord Bolton le obsequiará con terrenos. Desea ser señor propio y tener una esposa en la que ennoblecer su futura Casa.

Casa Overton

La Casa Overton se encuentra cerca de la costa oriental, entre el mar y los bosques. Han estado fuertemente ligados con los Bolton durante los siglos pero ahora van un poco por libre. Se rumorea que el primer Overton fue un bastardo de Royce IV Bolton, apodado Brazorrojo, del cual guarda todavía los cuchillos con los que abría el vientre a sus enemigos como reliquias.

Se dice que las mujeres de la Casa Overton aún poseen los ojos pálidos de los Bolton y que son ellas las que, realmente, gobiernan la familia, siendo diestras en el manejo de las armas.

Casa Goodman

La Casa Goodman fueron antiguos perreros de Fuerte Terror durante el reinado de Belthasar Bolton, el cual les concedió un feudo al nordeste, colindando con los Karstark, para que vigilaran las fronteras.

Se dice que tomaron ese nombre porque eran considerados entre los norteños del Lágrimas buenos hombres. Aunque esto, a decir verdad, son habladurías pues la familia Goodman esconde en secreto sus prácticas de cacería contra los salvajes que caen en sus manos. La enseñanza de los perros cazadores Bolton provienen del antiguo linaje de los criaderos de los Goodman.

Parece que Lord Sanguijuela no da suficiente miedo que busca a sus señores del Terror aquí

[budybell]

Soldado navarro siglo XIV

Vi esta figura en una página de segunda mano y me enamoré al instante. Aunque es muy sencilla, me encantan sus detalles, su postura en movimiento y el rostro tiene mucha expresividad. Es de la marca Pegaso Models y su escala es 1/30 unos 54 mm. Casi no se le ven los pantalones (aunque no lleva quijotes) ya que viste rodilleras, grebas y escarpe metálicos. El tabardo es de cuero con remaches y se…

[hgeo21]

Arqueología y sesgo de género

En Agighiol (Rumanía) en 1931 y en Vratsa (Bulgaria) en 1965, se excavaron dos túmulos funerarios casi idénticos. En cada uno de ellos se enterró a una pareja acompañada de un fastuoso ajuar compuesto por cascos, grebas, flechas y caballos, así como vajilla de plata y cerámicas griegas. La interpretación parecía evidente: se trataba de guerreros de élite y sus esposas. Pero los análisis de los…

[lrmenvs3000w23]

Preserving Indigenous Knowledge (Unit 09)

Nature has always been an essential part of the Indigenous way of life, across Turtle Island, also known (CBC 2017). With such a strong connection between Indigenous people and nature, the relationship between has become something of a more spiritual connection. This is having been an integral part of the Indigenous culture and way of life since the beginning. Traditional Indigenous ecological knowledge, practices, and beliefs were often actively restricted since colonization, however, recently there has been a strong push to incorporate traditional beliefs into conservation efforts (UN 2021). It is now understood that this belief system is essential in not only understanding but preserving the land and resources that both Indigenous and non-Indigenous communities reside on.

Not only does Indigenous ecological teaching in Canada differ from what is traditionally implemented, but the motivations differ as well. With historical interactions between Indigenous communities and the natural landscapes of the America’s, each community has a deep-rooted understanding on the interconnectedness of the natural landscape. The traditional Indigenous understanding on how the push-pull effect that ecosystems have is essential in managing natural resources both effectively and sustainably. 

Indigenous management strategies have already been implemented and considered effective across the western hemisphere. For example, in an effort to conserve salmon populations in British Columbia, Indigenous management systems were incorporated with input from the local communities (Atlas et al. 2020). Since these communities has created a dependence on the pacific salmon populations, they had a very intimate understanding on how to conserve the dwindling populations.

 Not only does Indigenous input in conservation efforts help create sustainable change, but it also helps build relationships between Indigenous and Non-Indigenous communities. The inclusion of Indigenous perspectives and knowledge in the management of Canadian natural resources can not only help propel conservation efforts but build positive change and a more sustainable future for all Canadians. 

The importance of the traditional Indigenous ecological knowledge and sustainability practices cannot be understated. The knowledge that Indigenous communities possess is crucial in understanding and preserving our environment and natural resources in Canada. Creating positive change within nature and the environment creates positive change for all Canadians. Supporting Indigenous input within the context of Canadian restoration and conservation efforts is essential to understanding our cultural and scientific understanding of the environment. 

Refrences

Atlas, W. I., Ban, N. C., Moore, J. W., Tuohy, A. M., Greening, S., Reid, A. J., Morven, N., White, E., Housty, W. G., Housty, J. A., Service, C. N., Greba, L., Harrison, S., Sharpe, C., Butts, K. I., Shepert, W. M., Sweeney-Bergen, E., Macintyre, D., Sloat, M. R., & Connors, K. (2020). Indigenous systems of management for culturally and ecologically resilient Pacific salmon (oncorhynchusspp.) fisheries. BioScience, 71(2), 186–204. https://doi.org/10.1093/biosci/biaa144 

CBC/Radio Canada. (n.d.). Turtle Island - Where's that? | articles | CBC Kids. CBCnews. Retrieved March 19, 2023, from https://www.cbc.ca/kids/articles/turtle-island-wheres-that 

How indigenous knowledge can help prevent environmental crises. UNEP. (n.d.). Retrieved March 19, 2023, from https://www.unep.org/news-and-stories/story/how-indigenous-knowledge-can-help-prevent-environmental-crises 

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70-Year-Old Men Rᴇsᴄᴜᴇ Moose After Being Tʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ In A Deep Mud Pit

A majestic member of Canada’s animal kingdom is alive, well and likely quite dirty today thanks to the brave actions of two retired prospectors who ʀɪsᴋᴇᴅ their own lives to sᴀᴠᴇ a ᴅɪsᴛʀᴇssᴇᴅ moose.

Maurice Valliere and Pat Greba, both 70, made like superheroes and sprang to action last Wednesday upon learning that a full-grown male moose had been spotted deep in a mud pit, unable to move, in the wilds of Timmins, Ontario. His buddy, attempted to get the moose out himself by giving the moose some branches for it to climb, but it was already sᴛᴜᴄᴋ too deep. So Vallier and his friend Pat Greba contacted the local authorities, but couldn’t reach anybody, so decided to take matters into their own hands. At this point, without their help, the moose would’ve surely faced ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, so they set out to see what they can do. Knowing that the moose was facing a literal life-or-ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ situation, the seasoned propsectors got map coordinates from their friend and set out to see what they could do. The first hurdle was clearing a path so they could get their ATV to the spot the moose was at, which was two km off the highway, this took over an hour in itself.

[libromundoes]

Los 10 mejores libros sobre silencio | Grebas de Abbie | Libros

SIlence en un libro es una cosa vieja y divertida. Demasiado y el lector puede querer recuperar su dinero. ¿Demasiado poco y qué queda de suspenso, misterio, drama? En la literatura como en la vida, hay mucho que aprender de lo que no se dice.

Para los escritores, el silencio es un regalo. Ya sea que se trate de personajes confinados al silencio o de aquellos que están comprometidos a cortar las voces que se consideran peligrosamente diferentes, hay pocos escritores que no tengan que hacerlo. en un momento se hizo la pregunta de cómo representar mejor, bueno, nada.

Durante mucho tiempo me ha fascinado el silencio. Como un niño y adolescente ruidoso, experimenté algunas cejas arqueadas cuando decidí escribir mi tesis de pregrado sobre elipses en la literatura modernista. Cuatro años después, cuando comencé a escribir ficción y el tema del silencio todavía estaba en primer plano en mi mente, especialmente el género que puede establecerse en el centro de un relación a largo plazo.

En mi novela, El tratamiento silencioso, Frank y Maggie han estado casados ​​durante 40 años, pero no han hablado durante seis meses. Es una historia de amor edificante y un misterio, un drama emocional y una meditación sobre el trauma familiar. Cuanto más exploro el tema del silencio en la vida de mis personajes, más aprendo que es un compuesto de matices que significa algo diferente para todos. mundo. El silencio puede ser a la vez aterrador y relajante, aislante y comunicativo a su manera, dependiendo de quién lo exprese.

Si tuviera que identificar una característica unificadora en los libros que se enumeran a continuación, sería la forma en que los propios lectores deben esforzarse más cuando se enfrentan a un silencio impenetrable. Después de todo, podría significar cualquier cosa …

1. Titus Andronicus de William Shakespeare Después de ser brutalmente violada, la hija de Titus, Lavinia, también tenía la lengua y las manos cortadas atascadas para evitar que informara quién es responsable del ataque. Incapaz y despojada de su preciosa castidad, la impotencia de Lavinia se convierte en un poderoso símbolo del silencio de las mujeres maltratadas.

2. El silencio de las hijas de Pat Barker. Barker narra la Ilíada principalmente desde el punto de vista de Briseida, la mujer otorgada como premio a Aquiles después del alboroto de Lyrnessus. Con la historia en sus manos, no hay dónde esconderse de la misoginia de la antigua Grecia. Ajax puede estar convencido de que "el silencio se convierte en una mujer", pero al retomar las voces silenciosas de la historia de Barker nos damos cuenta de cuán moderna es la resonancia de estas historias. los clásicos provienen de la era #MeToo.

3. Un trueno silencioso de Sara Barnard Cuando Steffi, una muda selectiva, conoce a Rhys, una estudiante sorda de su escuela, sus mundos comienzan a abrirse. Para Steffi, la perspectiva del discurso está plagada de ansiedad y Barnard ofrece una exploración sensible del tema a una audiencia de adultos jóvenes. Steffi y Rhys se comunican en parte a través de BSL, un fascinante punto de entrada a la cultura de los sordos. A medida que su amistad se integra silenciosamente en algo más, ¿Steffi encontrará su voz y el coraje de volver a usarla?

4. El corazón es un cazador solitario de Carson McCullers John Singer comienza la novela como uno de los dos hombres tontos de un pequeño pueblo de Georgia. Cuando su mejor amigo George es llevado a una institución mental, John se aísla. Hasta que, es decir, comienza a comer en un café local y se destaca como el confidente silencioso de las diversas personas que lo frecuentan. Una buena exploración de la conversación, sus dificultades y la búsqueda a menudo mística de comprensión.

Isabel Allende en 1985. Fotografía: Felipe Amilibia / AFP / Getty Images

5. La casa de los espíritus por Isabel Allende Después de la vida de tres generaciones de la familia Trueba, esta novela está marcada por la decisión de la matriarca Clara de permanecer en silencio durante nueve años después de la muerte de su hermana mayor. En lugar de hablar, Clara recurre a la escritura, el arte y sus poderes espirituales como una forma alternativa de conectarse con el mundo que la rodea. Esta es una evidencia convincente de que gritar más fuerte no siempre es la mejor manera de ser escuchado.

6. La niña que sonrió con perlas por Clemantine Wamariya y Elizabeth Weil En este informe, seguimos el viaje de Wamariya desde la masacre de Ruanda en 1994 hasta los seis años que ella y su hermana pasaron en siete países africanos hasta que finalmente obtuvieron el estatus de refugiado en los Estados Unidos. Mientras reflexiona sobre su trauma, Wamariya lucha con la incapacidad del lenguaje para hacer justicia a su experiencia vivida. Es imposible olvidar el pasaje donde explora por qué el "genocidio" no logra capturar el alcance total de una atrocidad: "No se puede testificar con una sola palabra".

7. Peregrinación por Dorothy Richardson Esta novela poco conocida sigue a Miriam Henderson a través de 13 volúmenes (o "capítulos de novela" como Richardson quería que se conocieran), siguiendo su vida cotidiana como joven trabajadora a principios del siglo XX en Londres. El texto se caracteriza por una gran cantidad de puntos suspensivos ("…") mientras que Richardson juega con una fascinación modernista más amplia por la ausencia y su representación. Una lectura larga, pero que recompensa más que el esfuerzo y, al hacerlo, resalta el silencio que está en el corazón de la conciencia.

Saoirse Ronan como Briony Tallis en la versión 2008 de la película Expiación. Fotografía: fotos de entretenimiento / Alamy

8. Expiación por Ian McEwan Mantener shtum, o no mantener shtum: esta es una de las grandes preguntas en juego en esta novela preseleccionada por el Premio Booker. Desde el silencio de Paul y Lola sobre el encarcelamiento injusto de Robbie hasta el intento de arrepentimiento de Briony al expresar su versión de la verdad, es una historia que muestra cómo el silencio convincente puede ser un dispositivo narrativo .

9. The Outrun de Amy Liptrot A los 30 años, Liptrot se muda de Londres a Orkney, el sitio de su infancia, mientras se reconcilia con el alcoholismo que caracterizó sus 20 años. En la dicotomía entre la vida urbana e isleña, el ruido urbano y el silencio salvaje, es una meditación asombrosa sobre el poder restaurador de la naturaleza y su poder de curación.

10. Silencio: en la era del ruido por Erling Kagge Como aventurero, Kagge fue la primera persona en asumir el "desafío de los tres polos", llegando al Polo Norte, el Polo Sur y la cumbre del Everest. Tenga la seguridad de que no fomenta un viaje a uno u otro de los tres en una búsqueda para encontrar el silencio en el mundo moderno. Por el contrario, Kagge aboga por encontrar focos de calma a lo largo de la vida diaria, ya sea en el camino al trabajo, en la ducha o en un momento de quietud frente a un sándwich durante el almuerzo.

El tratamiento silencioso de Abbie Greaves es publicado por Century. Para pedir una copia, visite guardianbookshop.com. P&P UK gratis en pedidos superiores a £ 15.

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Gray Heron

Black-necked Grebe

Jacek Żbikowski

[sword-is-bored]

A Boy and His Bed

Skyward Sword

(In honor of me finally getting Skyward Sword on my switch, here’s this!)

Kukiel watched as Link entered their home. He looked exhausted and took off his bulky adventure gear. Link gently set them next to the bed and promptly fell in afterwards. In a moment his eyes shut and he was sound asleep. Kukiel wasn’t confused, however, as this happened often. Link would sometimes just walk into someone else’s house and do the same thing, and no one ever questioned it. She was curious as to why. “Mama?” She whispered, hoping Link would stay asleep. “Why does he come in and sleep? Why can’t he go back to his house?”

Wryna smiled and kneeled down to face her daughter. “Well, Link doesn’t have a home. He stays at the academy, but he doesn’t have another place to go. Sometimes the other kids there are too loud at night, honey.” Kukiel gave a pout. “Yeah, but it’s daytime! And he’s sleeping in yours and dads bed!” Wryna nodded. “Of course, he can’t take your bed. I’m sure he didn’t get enough sleep last night anyway. Just let him rest, he’ll be okay.” Kukiel was unsatisfied with the answer, but decided to let it go. Her mother stood tall and watched as the young girl left the house. Wryna stood and watched Link, a frown dancing across her face.

The adults knew why Link was allowed to spend the night anywhere.

Link’s father was a beloved knight. He protected everyone valiantly and was a kind soul. His mother was also a bright and kind woman. She was outspoken and made sure everyone around her knew how much they were loved. Together, the two were inseparable and deeply in love with one another. The two were loved as a couple in Skyloft. When it was made known they were expecting a child, the town was overjoyed. This little child was going to grow up so unbelievably loved.

Then, tragedy struck. Link’s father was caught in a horrifying tornado accident. His loftwing broke it’s wing in the night when it hit an island and Link’s father was sent screaming through the cloud barrier with it. When his mother found out, the town listened to the cries of a heartbroken pregnant woman. The townspeople decided to help Link’s mother, and stepped in. Many men volunteered to be Link’s father figure, especially the knights. Overwhelmed with grief, Link’s mother simply allowed what was needed to happen. She promised herself to make it to his birth.

The day came where Link was born. His mother died during childbirth. The townsfolk murmured that it was due to a broken heart that she passed. Thankfully, Link was still loved. The townsfolk made sure to pass on the love and adoration he would have gotten from his own parents. They made up schedules with who gets Link and when. As the young boy grew and other children appeared Link was able to stay with parents of other children, babbling away about his days of adventures. There wasn’t any home Link didn’t stay at for at least a night or two. Although they wouldn’t say it in front of their kids, Link was everyone’s first child.

They all celebrated his first full night of sleep, his first word, his first steps, his first time using the potty all by himself, there wasn’t a moment where Link ever felt like an outsider among the adults. As he grew, and got bullied by Groose, Link began to shrink into himself. Getting anxious as he wandered over to the house he was supposed to stay in for the night. He gently knocked on the door and watched as Gondo and Greba opened it with smiling faces. “Hello Link! Welcome over, I was just tinkering with your broken toy!” Gondo said ushering the boy in. “It’s ok if I still stay here, right? I don’t want you guys sick of me.” Link blurted out, staying in the doorway.

“Of course not, kid, what made you think that?” Gondo asked. “I just, I dunno. Groose says that… I shouldn’t, you know, stay with everyone all the time. Since I have, kind of, a room in the knight academy.” Link mumbled, stuttering through his words. Greba scoffed. “The day you listen to Groose seriously is the day my dinner grows legs and walks away.” She grumbled. “Get inside, and don’t ever question if you’re wanted here again. Your parents did so much for everyone, the least we can do is give a good life to the last gift they gave us.” Link blinked furiously and wiped away the tears that began to spill. “I’m a gift?”

“Of course you are, buddy. We’re all trying to do our part.” Gondo said giving Link a reassuring squeeze on his shoulders. “You’re everyone’s kid, and don’t forget that. We all promised—from the day you were born!— that you will always have a safe place to stay with anyone here. No strings attached.” Gerba gave Link one of her famous mom-hugs. “Never question it again.”

After 18 years, some might think that Link should have his own home. He does, and that’s with the family who raised him. Every single adult on Skyloft, who banded together to make sure a kid would grow up with the love he deserved. He turned out to be the kindest, and sweetest kid. Albeit he does sleep like a rock, no one on Skyloft would change him or ever deny a safe place to rest after a long journey.