Hey guys! I was looking through Word and found a few little drabbles. If you've read Finally, here's some more. Just fluff mostly, but who knows what else I'll find?

Link still spent plenty of time in the woods. His presence seemed to be required more and more at the castle, but he still found the time to sneak away and…adventure. But rarely did he go alone.

A small hand held tightly to his as the trees began to canopy over them, and dapple their faces with cool shadows. Link smiled and glanced down, at the same time Marin smiled and looked back at him. Link paused when they reached a ledge that overlooked one of the overgrown meadows, and Marin wriggles her fingers free.

"This is Faron Woods." Link said, happy to see that the only movement came from the wind or kikwis. The bokoblins had been steadily disappearing, and it was rare to see one during the day at all. Marin bobbed her head in a nod, bouncing her ginger-blond hair.

"I know, Papa. You talk about it forever!" She said with a grin. Link smiled and nodded. Marin was a good listener. She could recognize anyplace in the land by now, just by the stories he told her. But the forest was the safest of places for her to see.

"I do. But it's time you see it for yourself- Marin! Don't just jump down like that!" He called, after she took a running start and jumped down into the meadow. Link followed at a run, and though he was faster, she darted around the trees and mushrooms like a bug that didn't want to be caught. Link wanted to give her the freedom of exploring on her own as he did as a child, but she grabbed at everything without a second thought. She relied so much on her sense of touch that she hardly looked before she pinched it in her small fingers; already she had sent him into dozens of scares. He remained close by, frequently scanning their surroundings for signs of danger. It was his daughter's first visit into the forest, and he wanted it to be a good one. S

Marin gasped and Link rushed to meet her as she stumbled away from a sparkling mushroom. She coughed and waved at the air in front of herself, clearing away some of the golden spores that covered her hands and face. She beamed and laughed when he picked her up over his shoulder and carried her away.

"Put me down!" She squealed in delight. Her father carried her back to the grass before swinging her back into his arms and setting her down again. She was running before her feet touched the ground.

She picked some grass and chased the indigenous bugs, waving the leaves overhead. Link showed her how to cut the grass with her wooden sword to find rupees, and the task occupied her for hours. Link sat down against a tree trunk and watched his daughter trot back and forth between the bulging money pouch at his feet, and the field of dwindling grass. He frowned at her cursory swings and her wild horizontal slashes. It was very sloppy, but he tried to keep in mind that she was only five years old, and wielding a sword of any kind was impressive in itself. She liked to play with weapons, but she didn't like being corrected either. Link silently watching, pondering ways he could teach her proper swordsmanship without offending her.

Zelda would know. She had a way with words that worked charms on anyone, including her own child. Though often it was induced with fear. Link sighed and looked up at the shifting leaves, with slivers of blue between the green. Zelda was in Skyloft visiting her father again for the day. He hoped she would be safe- she was with child again. The thought made Link smile.

There was suddenly a loud popping sound, and Marin fell backwards away from a cloud of smoke and burnt grass. Link's blood froze as he leapt to his feet and ran to her.

"Marin, are you hurt?" He asked, pulling her arms through his hands and examining her face. Scratches, and tearing eyes, but nothing more. Marin took a quick gasp and held it, desperate not to cry.

"It j-just explo-oded." She sniffed. Link nodded and smoothed her hair.

"Yes, yes it did. I'm sorry." He looked back at the grass, before inching forward and pointing at a green, spiked pod. "These seeds don't like to be touched. They would rather blow up, and they will if they get stuck to your feet." Marin glared at them.

"I don't like them."

"No one does." Link said, ruffling her hair. "Especially when they get stuck to the back of your tunic." Marin looked at him and giggled.

"Papa's silly!"

"It's true though!" Link said. "I wasn't very sure of anything when I first came here- I was just as curious as you. I grabbed those seeds just like you did, and pop!" She giggled. "I was sore all day."

Marin lifted her arms, wanting to be held again, and her father wasted no time. She was light as a Loftwing's feather and he liked keeping her close. Especially now that the sun was going down. He led her out of the forest and whistled for his mare.

Epona came running at the first sound, still chewing grass in her mouth. He brushed a few weeds from her unruly mane and lifted Marin onto the riding cloth first, then himself. When she was secure between his arms, he gave his steed a gentle kick and she trotted off in the direction of the Castle.

The children no longer looked to the sky for their freedom. They looked across the sea of grass and into the forest.