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oh mein fucking got… I-is this…𝓜𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂..?

thank you kitten whiskers i’ll make sure to keep posting deranged shi just for you 😇 (ps. i’ll be there soon, bend over oil up and don’t wash😈)

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Mysteries of Kingal Road: The Haunted Pathway of Shimla

Nestled amidst the majestic landscapes of Shimla, Himachal Pradesh lies a pathway veiled in mystery and the paranormal. Kingal Road, located in the heart of this scenic region, has long been whispered about as a haunted road, captivating the imagination of locals and visitors alike. The Haunting History As twilight descends upon Kingal Road, the echoes of the past become ever more palpable.…

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Hi,

I was wondering if you had any idea where the sign for Ki - earth came from eg its figurative origins

I've researched a few sources and the proto-cuneiform shape is a kind of eye shaped figure with stripes.

There is also the word for man "na" which is a similar shape except it has a vertical line - in the unicode cuneiform fonts it is rendered exactly the same as Ki with a vertical stroke.

This would seem to suggest the oval shape is a crude attempt to render a random piece of land - in this case with a "man" standing on it.

It also makes me wonder how many other 'eye' shaped cuneiform shapes there are and if they share anything in common.

Speculation: I noticed that Ki-ud means 'threshing floor', and after looking at a few photos of archaeological digs, seen from the ground a threshing floor would crudely look like this. At the other end of the scale, perhaps a kind of abstract combination of the horizon and the eye and/or view from the eye. Admittedly both are pretty wild if not controversial ideas...

I'm not an expert on proto-cuneiform, and don't know of a good source for hypothesized "meanings" of the original signs at all, but here's my best theorization.

This proto-sign, later becoming ki 𒆠, meaning "place, land, location, there" and more, is pretty transparent to me - it looks like a field that's been hoed, with visible furrows. (It probably wasn't a plowed field as the earliest evidence of the plow dates contemporaneous to or later than the proto-cuneiform era.) The threshing-floor theory seems appealing at first, as several derived terms like kislah 𒆠𒌓 and kingal 𒆠𒅅 can mean "threshing floor"; however, both have "barren land, uncultivated land" as a more core meaning, implying the ki part is just "land" (or "ground").

Na, as you mention, looks like ki with a line sticking out of it (𒈾 in standard cuneiform). It can mean "human being" (or "box" or "pestle" or one of two common signs for "stone, rock, pebble"), though is used most often as a grammatical sign, na- or -na or -na-, attached to another word, with any of a wide variety of meanings. In fact, the "human being" meaning appears only in later phases of Sumerian, contemporaneous to the Akkadian period - I don't know of a non-grammatical use for na from an early period other than "stone, stone weight", so if it's related to ki I'd lean towards an interpretation like "marker of a stone weight indicating the value of a given unit parcel of land." Most proto-cuneiform documents are, in fact, account summaries, land surveys, and the like, so this meaning would make sense for why they'd be referring to a pebble or stone - but again, I don't have a source to back this up, just my own thoughts.

The sign that means "eye" is igi 𒅆, which definitely looks like it could be a stylized eye (rotate your head to the left to see it "right-way-up"). Its proto-cuneiform appearance is basically identical to the standard sign. Given that we know they portrayed an eye this way, I doubt they would have also portrayed an eye so differently as to be the source of ki or another sign.

If anybody has a good source for proto-cuneiform sign usages & meanings, please reblog with it. And thanks for your question!

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remember! the cressy kingaling is secretly made of croissants! that means you can take a bite of him if he's not paying attention.

the house in the ocean? a bakery.

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Forgot to update this but this night they bombed my city will all they got : drones, missile and kingals ( it's like a missile but with ultrasonic speed so they can reach target more likely for 1-3 minutes). I'll hear explosions very clear and in one moment the lights in a basement flickering but thank god it's was for few seconds. No one in my city was injured, but they hit our place were we have gas and electric so they want to cut this off. They do it this time for like few months but last year they hit our electricity in all cities so we have black out and they try to do this again but with more destruction and death of my people.

Don't close your eyes on this

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Another night. russia plan to make huge missile atack. AGAIN. Also here's drons right now and half of Ukraine have air raid. I'm laying in my bed thinking that this night- morning again will spend in a basement of my house and honestly? I'm tired. Every Ukrainian is tired. Imagine how tired we are with this all day all night 7 days a week. We don't have time to sleep, to work, spend time with our family and friends because russian think that my country is their place. I don't know how much and how loud we should scream that we need more air defense and help.

Please, don't ignore the genocide that russia make right now. My heart is bleeding every day seeing the destruction of my country and death of my people. I'm scared and tired of this

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The Symbolic Interactionism Theory

by KingAl Being a genius is easy. The hard part comes when you have kids. Life is steady for the most part, but chaos always seems to find the Fowler-Cooper family. Words: 5332, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English * Fandoms: The Big Bang Theory (TV) * Rating: General Audiences * Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply * Categories: Gen * Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Amy Farrah Fowler * Relationships: Sheldon Cooper/Amy Farrah Fowler * Additional Tags: Screenplay/Script Format, Post-Canon, Post-Series, Kids AU, Kids, shamy kids, shamy http://dlvr.it/SlVJVv

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Is It Selfish to Love and Be Loved?

(This is a (late) birthday gift for my friend @quillfics42!! I hope you enjoy this! I had a lot of fun with it!)

PAIRINGS: Royality, Intruality/Moduke and past King x Patton

WARNINGS: Sympathetic Deceit, Sympathetic Remus, Remus being Remus and saying some kinda gross/sexual things, twins dating the same person (but not each other, no incest)

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgromlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdskin

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Patton needed advice.

And not the kind of advice that he could find in books or online, no, because there was no way that anyone in all of history had ever been in the situation that Patton was in, right now, it was wholly and utterly unique, which meant that if he wanted advice, he was going to have to get it from another side. 

But Logan wouldn’t understand.  

He’d only just come to terms with the existence of his own emotions, and he still hadn’t noticed his quite obvious feelings for Virgil, even though the recipient had long since been made aware. He’d have no idea how to handle Patton’s situation, and though he’d try, he likely wouldn’t be much help.

Virgil also wouldn’t understand.

His relationships with Deceit and Remus were still rocky. They were improving, sure, and had come a long way since Deceit and Remus’s acceptances, but still weren’t great, and he certainly wouldn’t understand Patton’s feelings, and would have no idea how to handle them.

Thomas was also out of the question, as, though he gave great advice, anything Patton told him would be immediately known by the other sides, which was exactly what he didn’t want.

And Patton definitely couldn’t tell Roman and Remus about this, not when this involved them.

Which left him with only one option. 

Patton shifted from one foot to the other, anxiously biting his lip as he stared at Deceit’s bedroom door. Maybe he shouldn’t do this, maybe he should just go back to his room – or, even better, Roman’s room – and pretend that everything was okay, pretend that he didn’t feel this way. Maybe things would be better like that.

“Are you going to knock?”

Patton jumped, wide-eyed, spinning around and suddenly coming face-to-face with Deceit, who was standing beside him, his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, and with one of his numerous pet snakes draped around his shoulders. She raised her head, too, looking at Patton in a particularly Deceit-like manner. Patton would’ve cooed, but he was too stressed for that.

“Oh, Deceit!” Patton exclaimed, glancing between the side and the bedroom door. “I thought you were... nevermind, it doesn’t matter. I’m fine. I was just about to go.”

He took a step forward, attempting to leave, but Deceit blocked your path.

“You’re lying,” He said, not accusatory, but almost... curious. “You want to talk.”

Patton winced. “No?” He tried to answer, but it came out like a question, which didn’t really help his case. He then sighed, slouching. “Okay, fine. I’d like to talk, please.”

Deceit nodded slowly, a little confused, but surprisingly not judgemental, before walking up to his bedroom door, pushing it open and stepping inside.

“Shut the door behind you,” He called out, leaving no room for argument.

Patton followed obediently, shutting the door behind him, as quiet as possible so no other side would overhear and possibly question them. He watched as Deceit carefully put the snake back in her enclosure, mumbling quiet compliments as he did so. Deceit straightened up, waving his hand, and two plush chairs – one bright yellow, the other light blue – appeared in the centre of the room, facing each other. He then strolled over to them, sitting down in the yellow chair, and gesturing for Patton to sit down in the other.

Patton did so after a moment of hesitation, awkwardly avoiding eye contact and smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt.

“So, Patton. What’s wrong, and why aren’t you talking to Roman about this?”

Patton made a face, and, though it only lasted a moment, Deceit noticed.

“Ah,” Deceit nodded slowly. “So, it involves Roman. Trouble in paradise?”

“Not... not exactly,” Patton said weakly, awkwardly fiddling with his hands. “Things with Roman are great, really, they are. I love him so much, and- and I know he loves me. Everything’s great, and he... he’s perfect. He always is.”

“But?”

Patton swallowed. “But... I have a problem.” He hesitated. “I- I... I like someone else, too.”

Deceit tilted his head to one side, completely unsurprised.  

“Remus.”

Patton straightened up, eyes widening, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth. “Oh my gosh, is it that obvious?”

“Of course,” Deceit lied, deliberately putting emphasis on the second word, so Patton would know what he meant. “But who else would it be? I’m surprised you only just realised.”

“I... I don’t know. It’s not- it's not new, exactly.” Patton looked down at his lap, his lower lip trembling slightly. “I- I... I don’t think I ever stopped loving him.”

He paused, and Deceit waited patiently for him to continue.

“I- I loved the king,” Patton continued, only just loud enough for Deceit to hear him. “We were only kids, but I loved him, I loved him so much, I really did. Maybe I still do.”

“I know,” Deceit said softly. “He loved you, too.”

Patton gave him a small smile, though it was sad, almost bitter.

“Thank you,” He said, barely above a whisper, before sighing. “And then... and then the split happened, and things got... complicated.”

“Aren’t they always?”

“I've always known that I love Roman – I really do, so so so much – but... I never got the chance to get to know Remus, not until recently, and... and...” He tugged anxiously at the sleeves of his cat hoodie. “And I’ve realised that... that I love him, too, and I don’t know what to do.”

Deceit hummed quietly. “This is quite the dilemma,” He admitted. “But I think you know the answer to this.”

“Huh?”

“Talk to them,” Deceit said firmly, drumming his fingers against the arm of the chair. “Roman first, of course, and then Remus.”

Patton looked surprised. “But- but-”

“You assumed I’d tell you to lie to them,” Deceit said flatly. “I don’t only encompass lies, you know.”

To Patton’s credit, now, he looked a little sheepish. “I... I know that.”

“It is my job to help Thomas get what he wants, through whatever means necessary,” Deceit continued. “And, now, I’m helping you get what you want. Talk to them, Patton. Who knows, maybe they’ll agree to share.”

Patton had to admit, that idea was appealing – very appealing – but just the thought of even just bringing it up made his stomach fill with guilt.

“But... wouldn’t it be a bit, I don’t know, selfish?”

Deceit shrugged. “Is it selfish to want to love and be loved? Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. But does that really matter? Goodness knows we all deserve a little selfishness every now and then.”

Patton shifted in his chair, still looking unsure.

Deceit sighed. “You’ll never know unless you ask,” He said. “And, besides, it’s not fair not to talk to Roman about this, at least. Communication, and all that. You should tell him before he figures it out, himself.”

There was a moment of hesitation, and then Patton straightened up, nodding.

“Alright,” He said firmly. “Alright. I’ll talk to him.”

It was not, however, alright, because the next time Patton saw Roman, he instantly forgot about this dilemma – Roman was just so bright-eyed and gorgeous, immediately grabbing Patton by the hands and gushing to him about his latest idea – until hours had passed, and Roman was already half-asleep. He couldn’t tell him then, of course, so he decided to wait until the next day.

But, the next day, Roman was just so busy, and Patton didn’t want to disturb him.

And the day after that, Roman and Remus were working on some project together, and when Patton had stepped into Roman’s room, Remus had already – to Roman’s chagrin – taken his shirt off, and Patton knew that if he’d stayed in there any longer, he’d have ended up blurting out a confession like a fountain spewing chocolate.

The day after that, they filmed a video, so there was just no time to talk.

Every single day, Patton made a new excuse. Every single day, he ignored Deceit’s stares.

And then Virgil’s stares, and Logan’s, too.

Deceit definitely hadn’t told them – secrets were his speciality – so that meant that Patton’s plight was obvious, which meant that it was only a matter of time before the twins knew, too. And Deceit was right, it would be much better for Roman to hear it from Patton, himself, than to figure it out on his own.

And so, Patton made his decision.

He put on his favourite, lucky socks and tied his hoodie around his shoulders, taking a deep breath, before marching up to Roman’s door and knocking firmly.

“Coming, just a minute!” Roman called out.

Well, no backing out now.

As Patton waited impatiently, Virgil walked past him. The anxious side paused for a moment upon spotting Patton, eyes landing on the obvious lucky socks, before looking back up at him, his brow furrowed.

“Good luck,” He said, a little awkwardly.

Patton gave Virgil a small, grateful smile, before the other side disappeared, just as Roman threw his door open.

“Patt- oh.” For a moment, Roman looked startled, taking in his boyfriend’s nervous expression and lucky socks. “Is everything alright, my love?”

“We need to talk.”

That did not comfort Roman.

“Oh... uh- okay, um,” He said awkwardly, hesitant, before moving to the side. “Come in.”

Patton stepped inside, perhaps rushing a little bit, but he wanted this to be over and done with sooner rather than later. Roman carefully shut the door behind them, and there were a few seconds of painfully awkward silence, before he cleared his throat and spoke up again.

“Did- did I do something wrong?” Roman asked softly.

Patton’s eyes widened, and he jumped forward, grabbing Roman’s hands. “No, no, of course not!” He exclaimed. “You haven’t done anything, honey.”

Roman didn’t look comforted by that, nodding slowly, and still frowning, but taking Patton’s hands in his own as gently as he always did. “Did you do something wrong?” He asked cautiously.

“No!” Patton reassured him. “It’s nothing like that, I swear.”

Roman’s brow furrowed, and he tilted his head to one side. “Then... what do we need to talk about?”

Patton made a face, taking a few moments to search for the right words, before sighing.

“We... we should probably sit down,” He said.

Roman nodded, squeezing Patton’s hand before leading him over to his bed, and the two of them sat down together. The painfully awkward silence returned for almost an entire minute, but when Patton had finally worked up the courage to speak up, Roman interrupted him, instead.

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asked suddenly.

“What? No!” Patton almost shouted. “No, of course not! I... I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” Roman returned softly. “But...?” He prompted.

Patton swallowed. “But... I’ve realised that- that I... I also love-”

“Remus.”

Roman didn’t sound at all surprised, nor did he sound angry, or even annoyed or betrayed, he just sounded... gentle, but almost resigned. His voice was soft, and his hand was still in Patton’s, but that just increased the moral side’s guilt, because Roman was being so good about this, and did Patton really deserve that?

“You- you know?”

Roman sighed. “I suspected,” He admitted.

“And... how do you feel about it?”

“I won’t pretend to be thrilled,” Roman said. “And if it were any other side, any other situation, then I’d be upset – even betrayed. But... it’s complicated.” He paused for a moment, thinking things over, and Patton waited patiently for him to continue. “I remember what it was like being the King. It’s fuzzy, but I still remember.” He squeezed Patton’s hand. “I remember that he- I- we loved you. It wouldn’t surprise me if Remus still felt that way, too, and it doesn’t surprise me that you love him, too. It’s complicated, but I get it.”

Patton smiled softly. “Thank you,” He said, barely above a whisper.

He leant forward and pressed a kiss to Roman’s cheek. Warm, grateful. Then, Patton wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a hug, and the gesture was immediately reciprocated. They stayed like that for some time, Roman reaching up and running his fingers through Patton’s hair, a comforting gesture that was much appreciated.

“So, what are you going to do, love?” Roman asked eventually.

Patton pulled back just enough to give Roman a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want to date Remus?”

Patton’s eyes widened. “I don’t want to break up with you,” He said quickly, sincerely.

Roman shook his head. “That’s not what I asked,” He said gently. “Do you want to date Remus?” He repeated.

“Like- like both of you?”

A nod.

Patton’s brow furrowed. “But... wouldn’t that be, I don’t know, weird?”

Roman shrugged. “It’s a complicated situation,” He admitted. “But isn’t that the simplest solution?”

“And... and you’d be okay with it?”

“I think so,” Roman said. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about this. It’d take a lot of work, a lot of communication, and it wouldn’t be perfect, but isn’t it worth a try?” He cupped Patton’s cheek with one hand. “Isn’t love worth it?”

If Patton could melt, he would’ve.  

Instead, he pressed his lips to Roman’s, just for a few seconds, warm and soft, before pulling back.

“I need to talk to Remus,” He said firmly.

Roman nodded. “Good luck.”

Patton stood up, dusting invisible dirt from his shirt, giving Roman one last grateful smile, before confidently walking right out of the room and shutting the door behind him. But as soon as he was alone, the confidence disappeared, replace by an uncomfortable, gnawing anxiety, that made him want to turn back around and collapse into Roman’s arms until further notice.

He didn’t though, instead taking a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, and curling his hands into fists to steady himself.

Then, Patton marched down the hallway, up to Remus’s bedroom door, knocking loudly.

The door was thrown open immediately, the moustached side staring back at Patton with a confused, but manic, grin. Patton probably shouldn’t have found this attractive, but there was no point in denying his feelings, now.

“What’s up, daddy?”

Patton cringed internally at the nickname, but knew Remus meant it in only a casual sense, so chose to ignore it.

“Hey, Remus,” He greeted as casually as he could. “Can- can I come in?”

Remus tilted his head to one side. A bug fell out of his left ear (thankfully, not a spider), though it disappeared before it could hit the ground.

“Why?”

“Um... I need to talk to you about something.”

The creative side’s expression remained amused. “Ooh, in private? It must be juicy.” He stepped to the side, holding his door open for Patton. “Do come in.”

His room was surprisingly neat, much more so than Roman’s was. The walls were lined with shelves full of jars of various oozing substances; Patton got the feeling that he didn’t want to know what lived inside them. The ceiling was dripping with slime, though that seemed to be deliberate, and any mess on the floor tended to crawl away when it got big enough.

Remus followed Patton inside, slamming the door shut behind him and flopping onto his bed. Patton sat down on the desk’s chair, politely ignoring the slight dampness.

“So, uh...” Patton swallowed, anxiously tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie.

Remus whistled. “Damn, you’re really worked up about something, huh. What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Patton glanced up at him, immediately caught in Remus’s constant, unblinking stare. He felt his face warm, likely turning red, and wondered if his feelings were obvious.  

“I like you!” Patton blurted out, suddenly.

Remus froze, before sitting up, his eyes wide. “Like... sexually?”

Patton shouldn’t have been surprised at that, but he was, a little, and couldn’t help but let out a short and startled laugh.

“Romantically,” Patton clarified softly.

“Oh. Why?”

Patton blinked a few times. “Why?” He repeated.

Remus nodded. “Yeah. Aren’t you fucking Roman?”

“I’m dating Roman,” Patton corrected him.

“What’s the difference?”

“Um...” Patton felt his face flush red again, and Remus’s grin reappeared, as wide and mischievous and teasing as ever.  

Remus flopped back onto the bed, sprawled out like a starfish. A glob of slime dropped from the ceiling (neon green and glowing) and he caught it on his tongue. Patton wrinkled his nose, but didn’t comment.

“So,” Remus said eventually. “Is this ‘bout the whole King thing?”

“I... I don’t know,” Patton admitted. “I loved you as the King. We were young, but I know I did, I still do. And... and I love you both now. As individuals. They’re... they’re probably related, but I’m not sure how much. It’s impossible to tell, but I know how I feel, and I love you.”

Remus’s brow creased at the use of the word ‘love.’

Patton continued. “Roman knows. I already told him, and he... understands. He knows I’m talking to you now.”

“Huh.”

There was a beat, and then Remus rolled over onto his front.  

He stared at Patton, unblinking, like he was seeing right into Patton’s soul, learning everything he could about the moral side, and figuring out what to do with this information. Patton stared back, waiting.

“I love you, too,” Remus said slowly, savouring the words, tasting them. He liked the way they felt on his tongue.

Patton’s eyes widened, and he leant forward, unable to stop the smile that began to creep its way onto his face. “Really?” He breathed.

Remus pushed himself up on his hands, grinning back.

“Yep!” He nodded eagerly.

Patton giggled, delighted, and the legs of his chair suddenly turned into actual legs, walking forward, almost tripping over themselves, until Patton and Remus were nose-to-nose.

“Oh!” Can... Can I ki-”

Patton didn’t get the chance to finish the question, though, as Remus grabbed his face with his hands, somehow both roughly and gently, and smashed their lips together. The kiss was messy, and a little bit aggressive, but so very Remus, so Patton couldn’t find it in himself to care.

When they finally pulled apart, Remus rested his forehead against Patton’s.

“I missed you,” He said softly.

“I missed you, too.”

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What about no. 20 for the meta asks?

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Fun Meta Ask for Writers

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(20) T- Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Ohhhh boy, I really, really wish I could ramble on about the symbolism and nods to future plot points I've already written in the prologue of my in-progress BotW long fic, but admittedly there's some things I'd love to keep close to my chest for that one until I'm ready to share the story in full.

So for this one, I'm going to jump on over to the most recent story I've posted some of... Clutching Destiny chapter 2. For anyone who isn't familiar, this story is from Link's father's POV (my version of him, at least) and is about him learning of his son's call to divine destiny... learning that young Link was the one to pull the Master Sword out of its resting place.

Chapter 1 is like... the omen of this reality.

Chapter 2 is where the discovery happens, and Link's father Arwel ends up in an audience with the king to discuss Link's future.

I've seen a lot of people in the fandom choose to characterize King Rhoam as an unrepentant, emotionally abusive man- and to be fair, that's an entirely valid direction to explore based on what little canon gave us of his character- but for my story, I specifically decided I wanted to be a bit more lenient with my depiction of him, showcasing him as a troubled but ultimately well-meaning ruler, whose duty towards his kingdom tragically clashes with his duty of care to his own child. Of course, well-meaning doesn't mean "never makes ill-fated mistakes." And this aspect of my characterization for him heavily intersects with the decisions he makes within this meeting, because...

All throughout said meeting, he's facing the impossible reality of having to balance the well-being of children and the very survival or Hyrule. Link, and his own daughter... for their society to survive the coming Calamity, they must both be ready to face it, whenever it comes. Not only that, he is also having to consider the societal ramifications of the chosen hero being so young... which is what inspires the idea of advancing Link to the role of squire five years ahead of what is traditional. It's not ideal, but... if he presents the boy as a knight-in-training, distracting the populace from the truth of his age... he succeeds in projecting an aura of strength to his kingdom.

As a father, however... he is more than willing to compromise with Arwel about the specific details of Link's training. He's just a kid, after all. If his father wants the boy to train closer to home and even offers to supervise said training himself, who is he to refuse?

While it wasn't covered in this story, given it's not from Rhoam's POV, I like to imagine that he was also more lenient about his daughter's training in this time, as well... still allowing her plenty of time between devotions to play and explore new subjects as she wishes. It was only when Link rose to the rank of royal guard at 17- proving his complete mastery of the sword- that he began placing higher and higher expectations on her, unfairly taking out his stress for the coming Calamity he feared they weren't ready to face on her.

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