[ Well... at first, Link's handwriting will be totally illegible, but it's because he appears to be writing in a script that is entirely separate from the glyphs used to write Yima's common tongue. This is Hylian, the same script from his homeworld that he used to write his statement to John — who is undoubtedly sneezing somewhere in Highstorm at the same time Link suddenly stops writing, crumples that paper, and starts anew on another one. His lack of practice writing forces him to have to think harder about it whenever he does, and this extra focus is the same required to shift back to one's native language; inadvertently it combines to cause Link to write in the first alphabet he can't remember learning instead of the second alphabet he can't remember learning.
That is all to say that his handwriting, when he does get to something Makoto can read, is poor. The letters are skewed to the left, despite writing with his right hand, and he has to stop and cross out a few words after mixing up mirrored letters. It's a bit like watching a schoolboy awkwardly attempting to practice his penmanship, except Link is clearly too old to be writing his poorly, signaling his lack of practice of this skill.
But he finishes writing a message quickly enough. The paper reads, in large block letters, Bʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴғᴇsᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ. Dᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ. Below that, in smaller print, is written Rᴇsᴄᴜᴇ Tᴇᴀᴍ - 3 ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍs ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴜʀɪᴀʟ. ]
What was... her name...? The eldest...
[ Muttering softly to himself, Link stands up straight and turns away from the desk — not to face the stranger directly, but to look out at the dark and dusty living area with a distant look in his eyes. ]
Moria... Gloria? No... [ He trails off. As muted as his emotional response has been, a hint of sadness is leaking onto his features. He could've spent more time getting to know this family. He should know the surviving child's name, and it shames him to realize he can't remember it. ] I wonder... should I write her a note, too?
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That is all to say that his handwriting, when he does get to something Makoto can read, is poor. The letters are skewed to the left, despite writing with his right hand, and he has to stop and cross out a few words after mixing up mirrored letters. It's a bit like watching a schoolboy awkwardly attempting to practice his penmanship, except Link is clearly too old to be writing his poorly, signaling his lack of practice of this skill.
But he finishes writing a message quickly enough. The paper reads, in large block letters, Bʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴғᴇsᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ. Dᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ. Below that, in smaller print, is written Rᴇsᴄᴜᴇ Tᴇᴀᴍ - 3 ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍs ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴜʀɪᴀʟ. ]
What was... her name...? The eldest...
[ Muttering softly to himself, Link stands up straight and turns away from the desk — not to face the stranger directly, but to look out at the dark and dusty living area with a distant look in his eyes. ]
Moria... Gloria? No... [ He trails off. As muted as his emotional response has been, a hint of sadness is leaking onto his features. He could've spent more time getting to know this family. He should know the surviving child's name, and it shames him to realize he can't remember it. ] I wonder... should I write her a note, too?