His wrists were bound behind his back, neck secured with a leather collar. Mounted to the collar was a leash tied to a fence, said fence belonging to the perimeter of the auctioning area. He was fourth in line, ready to meet his fate. Young boys like him were in high interests for manual labor, not to mention other forms of slavery.
A large figure passed him by, slapping him across the face. What he said was something that even Link couldn’t decipher, but whatever it was… it made the hero cringe.
His gaze met Twilight’s, and he gave the other boy a weak smile.
“…Twilight."
"I’ve had her for a few years now," He smiled. "So don’t worry about falling off or anything, I know how to ride a horse, with or without someone else. And she won’t try to buck us off or anything." He knew some people got nervous, even scared, riding a horse for the first time, so he always tried to reassure them.
He Paused, not expecting that next question at all. He laughed a little. “No, I just figured you’d take it off yourself once I freed your hands.”
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Figured? …Well, if Twilight felt that he didn’t need to wear it…
Link carefully unhooked the collar from around his neck, gently folding it up and placing it in his lap. He wouldn’t be needing it anymore, but he still felt that keeping the thing was… necessary.
❝ …Well, if you say so. I trust you. Um… would you like to keep it, at least? I don’t know what other uses it has, but it’s better than throwing it away… ❞
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