ZHS Ch. 7 Link tumbled through the air, seeing spots of vibrant colours flood his vision. The night clothes he normally wore in the patients room began to feel heavier than usual, but it was a welcoming weight. It was the weight of a pale blue tunic forming over his skin from the archetypes floating around his tumbling body. Blue ocarinas clung to the fabric making it it's original colour; white Triforces untwined and threaded him a new, bloodless apron; and lastly the sleeves formed themselves, creating their comfortable stripes that hung loosely on Link's arms, once muscular from great use, but recently weaker. As usual when performing a great fall,
step on him pewdie. -w-