Sparring

“How about a spar?” It was a friendly suggestion, a spur-of-the-moment idea to idle away the time. Link grinned up at Sheik, a hand shading his eyes from the sun. He quirked an eyebrow when she didn’t answer, not even bothering to rise from where he was lounging on the ground. “I hardly think that would be a fair fight,” Sheik responded flatly, crossing her arms in defiance. She had spent far too much time with the hero that day so far, and already the sun was inching closer to the horizon. He always seemed to do this. As the sun set and her duties called her away he would suggest a random activity in hope that she would stay. It also seemed that she always caved to these suggestions. “That’s not fair,” Link protested, head lolling dramatically, “I think you’re just scared.”