LITTLE BOY GREEN

[fairynibbler]

[/i] Heroes of Time, perhaps. This one was a different story. But that was for later.

This man in question was much more naive when the idea of dimensions or other worlds came into question. He knew that there were a few, certainly; he had visited the Twilight Realm himself on more than one occasion just two--three?--years ago, and had performed tasks trapped in the body of a wild wolf for the Light Spirits. He was not completely ignorant of the prospect of more than just his own familiar territories drifting through the chaos that the Golden Goddesses had cultivated. But what, he had no idea. He had experienced the mysterious Zora culture, so aloof and regal, yet ultimately kind and welcoming. He knew the Gorons, with their festive, loud, and exciting styles of living with conscious fire surrounding them. He had met the Oocca, the beings of legend that even the most dedicated of scholars could only dream of meeting. And he'd restored the Twili, returning their bodies to their strange, monochromatic figures with the soft curving shapes from the sharp, angular, mean appearances with which they had been cursed.

He thought the world was beautiful, and he liked to learn about it. This is why Link had left Ordon Village in the beginning. And this is why he was currently wrapped up in a light blanket on the moss of the highest cliff in Zora's Domain. He was close enough to the stream to feel the cooling mist hitting his warm, sunkissed skin, drawing the heat of the noon sun from his body. The waterfall's distant rumble reached his ears when the wind shifted just right, but mostly he heard the occasional near-silent ripple as a Zora guard slipped with impossible grace through the currents, fighting the pull of the fall with their slender limbs that entranced him even now. The nighttime bugs had been flitting through the air all the night before, soothing him into a calm, dreamless slumber even though the glowing insects had danced against his vision as he drifted away. Now that he was awake, however lethargic he may have felt, he knew that he had to let go of the comfortable feelings of the moss massaging his bare back and legs.

After a few moments of silent internal struggle, he rolled over and pushed himself up to stand, stretching out his lean body languidly. He pulled on his clothing slowly, taking time to savor the air dusting his skin with the mist. He pulled on his Hero's Clothing, one piece at a time, securing everything; he hooked his Master Sword to his chest, then his bow and quiver, the Hylian Shield, and connected his lantern to his hip. Just as he turned to wrap up his blanket and begin the trek down the domain and back to the bogglingly massive lake where he had let Epona run free, he saw that it was no longer there. In fact, nor was the moss, gently compressed by his body's weight.

The river, the waterfall, the tunnels into the cavernous throne room where Prince Ralis reigned were all missing. There wasn't any sign of any water. Standing where his blanket should be, a modest but beautiful (in its own rights) building loomed. There was a sign, but the symbols were nothing like the Hylian language he'd ever encountered. He turned, trying to make any sense of where he was. There were a few people walking--all of them with the short, rounded ears that were rarer than his own elongated ones--but they seemed not to notice him. "What is this?" he wondered out loud, turning back as if the sign would translate itself before his eyes.[/ul][/size]

[edward]

The light played across his eyes in splotchy uneven patterns through the tan curtains on his window. He rolled onto his side, groaning as he pulled the covers over his head. It was too early to be awake, he told himself, the sun would rue waking him up. Before he could fully bury himself fully in a cocoon of his blankets, an increasingly familiar voice woke him from his half-sleep. "Aren't you up yet, Ed?" the voice of Alfons Heiderich greeted him in it's usual too-perky-for-this-hour tone. He mumbled unintelligibly to the other boy and stuffed his head under his pillow. The disgruntled tones seemed to do nothing to deter the short haired young man in his room. It shouldn't by this point either; this was almost an everyday occurrence for Edward. "You're the one who said you wanted to come see our project today," the other boy went on, tossing a pair of clothing on top of the blankets.

That seemed to make it's way to Edward. He poked his head out of the covers, bangs sticking up in every direction by this point. "That's today?" he asked, slowly reach out his left hand for his clothes. Alfons nodded at him, trying not to chuckle. "When you're ready, we'll be outside waiting for you," he informed him, leaving the room. Ed watched him leave that curious and confusing mixture of amusement and deep sadness that plagued him whenever he looked at the boy. Was that what Al would look like now if he, Edward, hadn't been such an idiot? He sighed to himself, examining the prosthetic arm covering on his right arm and determined not to thin of his brother. He would need to make a bigger one soon if he grew anymore. This one was fine for now, but he'd recently had a growth spurt of an inch and who knew if that meant he would grow another 2 or 3 or maybe 8 inches?! He wouldn't even mind having to make the rubbery material then!

He quickly threw on his clothes, tied back his hair and sped out of the bedroom, one glove half on his right hand and the other clutched in his teeth as he ran. However as he ran passed the door, he noticed something odd. Normally he would have run out into the hallway, however unless he'd suddenly begun having full on hallucinations he was now outdoors in some place he'd never seen before. The building were different than the ones in Amestris or Earth. Granted it wouldn't be the first time this had happened to him, so he shouldn't be surprised. He glanced around curiously when a thought struck him. Was it possible? He scrunched his eyes shut and took a deep breath before clapping his hands together and pressing them to the ground. A few feet before him a pillar of earth sprung up from the ground. He slowly opened his eyes and a grin that was 3 parts delight and one part mischief crossed his face.

He could use Alchemy again! He erupted into whooping laughter as he ran towards the nearest building. There was a strange looking man standing before it, staring at a sign. He tried not stare at his ears too noticeably, reminding himself that he'd seen much stranger things back home. He tugged on his other glove as he heard the question he asked. He peered at the sign before glancing up at the large building. "It's a library," he supplied scratching his chin. "A library where though?"

[fairynibbler]

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Link's head whipped around, muscles sending lightning along his arms as he poised, ready to draw his sword. Rather than some armored or hungry monster forcing its way through the thin crowds of people walking easily over the lush grass to their unknown destinations, there was a young man with bright yellow hair and a certain kind of presence that alerted Link to the fact that despite his small stature, this boy was a fighter. Maybe he didn't carry around a sword and shield like Link did, but he could see it in him. There was a fire in him that couldn't be from anything else. But boy, was he little. He wondered idly why he connected this person with the rounded ears in front of him with Colin. It wasn't just the ears. It couldn't be. Nor the hair color. Link had heard from the Castle Town psychics some talk of "auras," which he later found out meant some kind of feeling that surrounded someone's body and emanated from their souls. This boy felt like Colin. Just a little. He suddenly felt a strong pang of missing his friend from the old days.

All of this passed through his mind before the boy who was not Colin made a column erupt from the very ground on which they were standing. Having seen stranger did not make this natural for the Hylian; he recoiled, but stood his ground. The boy began to run towards Link then, and as he came in range, Link noticed that his eyes were the color of a Goron's soft underbelly. This was much, much stranger than erupting earth. He'd never seen that shade before, but he tried to adhere to the few manners that had been pounded into him growing up.

"It's a library," the boy started, looking just as curious as Link felt. "A library where, though?"

Link looked at the sign again, trying to determine how the boy puzzled out the building's purpose, but he was shocked to see the foreign and mysterious not-letters had reshaped themselves into the Hylian with which he was familiar. His lips parted and his brow furrowed, and he leaned in to touch the thing, as if doing so would make it change back. It didn't, and the wood felt just as familiar under his rough, calloused fingers as the fences back at the Ordon goat ranch. Very curious, indeed. "I just . . . arrived," Link said slowly, fretting less now. Now, he was more poised to want to investigate. Midna or no, he still had it in him to puzzle his way through ancient temples -- or libraries, as the case may be. He looked down at the boy, trying not to make their height difference too obvious. Malo was always sensitive. It was just habit.[/ul][/size]

[edward]

This guy certainly wasn't a talker, Ed noted wryly if not mentally. Ed took the few moments after he had voiced his question aloud to observe the man. Upon closer inspection he noticed the blond hair and blue eyes, the strange green clothing and even stranger looking sword. He'd only seen a few swords in his day, so he was perhaps making a stretch to say that this one was strange looking. He was also fairly tall, a fact that Edward begrudgingly registered. His eyes traveled back to the other man's ears. Though he'd seen oddities, he couldn't place ever having seen someone with ears quite like that. Perhaps he was from Drachma: no one really knew much about the people there. He frowned at that thought. He was thinking about this in terms of Amestris, but this didn't look like any place he'd ever been to in his country. If that was the case, then where the hell was he? Keep it together, Ed" he told himself.

He watched as the strange man peered closer at the sign. He knew being too trusting in a new place could get you into trouble: to be more specific he knew from experience that not being on his guard could and had gotten him into trouble in the past. He could still hear the condescending voice of the uptight colonel in his head even after all these months. 'Don't be stupid, Fullmetal, if that's even possible. You'll get yourself killed, and then I'll be the one who has to fill out the paperwork.' Considering this guy hadn't tried hacking at him with his sword upon seeing him, he figured he was safe enough for the time being. "You can look at it all you want, but it's still a library," he informed him with a slight chuckle.

He tilted his head to the right slightly as the other guy went on to say that he'd just arrived, purposely ignoring their height difference as the the other looked down at him. So it hadn't been just him that was brought here. That was both reassuring and disheartening at the same time. He'd kind of been hoping this guy could tell him about this place, but he didn't seem like a native anymore, unless he was a native from nearby. That theory presented way too many problems: if he was from nearby, then how come he couldn't read the sign? "Yeah me too," he said. "Just got here."