[Link arrives at the Inn, his run slowing to a walk when he catches sight of the Deity. There's no mistaking him for anyone else. And he's huge. Link had never noticed just how big a presence the Deity had - and that was to say nothing of his physical size, either.
He stopped several feet away from him, his eyes roving all over. The red and blue warpaint. The white hair. The Helix Blade. The designs on the armour. He had worn all of that. He had had all of that. It had been a part of him, as much as his own hair, his own face, his own blade, his own tunic. It had been his. And now it was seperate.
For a little while, he couldn't do anything but stare.]
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He stopped several feet away from him, his eyes roving all over. The red and blue warpaint. The white hair. The Helix Blade. The designs on the armour. He had worn all of that. He had had all of that. It had been a part of him, as much as his own hair, his own face, his own blade, his own tunic. It had been his. And now it was seperate.
For a little while, he couldn't do anything but stare.]