I uh…I guess so. Maybe some day…duh huh.
Hahah nonsense! I learned no one is beyond help, least of all you! C’mon now, don’t be so negative all the time. Let’s give it a shot!
Err maybe just a little bit… But like I said, I’m down on the Surface enough that I see them frequently. Maybe one of these times I’ll try bringing one up to Skyloft…I bet those little guys’d like it up here.
My hair is the best you’ll ever see, guaranteed. Be sure to catch an eyeful.
Ha ha hah! Still so timid, eh Fledgling? -gives you a big slap on the back- That’s what I’ve been wanting a word about. Listen, we need to toughen you up, kid. And who better to train you than the Master himself? The ol’ Grooster can get you into shape no problem. You’ll pass the Academy exam with flying colors after just a month under my wing. So whaddaya say?
At present, I’m still up on Skyloft. Since graduating, I’ve been pretty busy with patrolling the skies and keeping the creatures from the Thunderhead at bay. Recently, though, small teams of knights have been sent down to the Surface on a bi-weekly basis to scope things out and explore. I’m usually ordered to lead these expeditions seeing as I’ve had first-hand experience navigating the Surface.
But I wouldn’t mind living on the Surface. There’s talk of a possible Skyloftian colony in the near future, so I don’t doubt I’ll be a part of that.
Aha! There you are, Fledge. I’ve been meaning to have a talk with you. Why don’t you come out and we can talk face-to-face.
I…I never really stopped to think about it. I mean, yeah I knew they were one in the same at the end there, but I never actually mulled it over.
From what little I knew and saw of Impa when she was young, she seemed demanding and overbearing. She was a formidable warrior, and I respected that. Grannie was—I mean, older Impa, she was a kind soul. She was very wise and was good company during my time on the Surface. I wish I would’ve been more cordial to her after all she did for me…
Mr. Awesome, now that’s more like it! But uh, the “Yes Dance?” I’ve not heard of that one. The Grooster isn’t one to dance, really…
I assure you the magnificent tint upon my lips is nothing more than careful breeding. All other rumors are complete falsehoods.