[ The curiosity with which Link watches the swan is pure and earnest. Like he's made an offer of peace and friendship to a wild animal countless times before, genuinely wishing to commune with it in some way, to share space together and show it the same respect he would any human. So when the swan lifts her head and looks away, as if rejecting the food, Link just blinks. ]
Don't like bread, huh?
[ Gaze lingering on the swan for another few moments, he eventually turns away to wrap the roll back up in its paper and tuck it into his pack. Then, he wades back to his seat on the submerged mantle. ]
I don't have any seeds or fruit. I'm sorry.
[ Unlike his body language, when Link talks to the swan, it does seem a lot more like he's talking to himself. With a sigh, he leans back and closes his eyes, ready to assume that he and the bird will sit in silence together, enjoying the water. ]
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Don't like bread, huh?
[ Gaze lingering on the swan for another few moments, he eventually turns away to wrap the roll back up in its paper and tuck it into his pack. Then, he wades back to his seat on the submerged mantle. ]
I don't have any seeds or fruit. I'm sorry.
[ Unlike his body language, when Link talks to the swan, it does seem a lot more like he's talking to himself. With a sigh, he leans back and closes his eyes, ready to assume that he and the bird will sit in silence together, enjoying the water. ]