Today is days 9 and 8 since I couldn’t yesterday…
on the eighth day of fanfic my H.G. gave to me, eight chefs a-cooking!
Author’s note: Since all the Kokiri but Link, Mido, Fado, and Saria are unnamed, I had to take some liberties name-wise.
In the land of Hyrule, hidden far from the eyes of Hylians in their day-to-day doings, there was a forest. Deep within this forest lived the Kokiri, a race of children born from magic, who never grew up. Each had a fairy guardian – save for Link.
It was mid-December in the forest, and all the Kokiri on the cooking committee were busy preparing for their feast that would take place later that night.. All, that is, but Link. As usual, Link was asleep in his house, having stayed up late the night before to finish the gift he was making for Saria.
“Where is that no-good no-fairy?” Mido said aloud. All the girls around giggled, except for Saria.
“That’s not funny!” she shouted. “When will you leave Link alone?”
“Alright, alright,” said Mido. “Gee. Don’t get so offended.”
“Mido!” Fado called from her batch of cookies. “I need more sugar!”
Mido went off to help her.
“Why don’t you go look for Link, Saria?” asked Tila. “You can ask him to come help with your snowman cake.”
Saria sighed as she examined her cake. It was supposed to be three layers of life-sized vanilla snowballs, but without Link’s help, so far she only had the bottom layer.
“Alright. Can you and Lati mix up my frosting?” Saria shoved her bowl at the two know-it-all brothers.
“Sure thing!” said both boys, jumping onto the project.
“Hey! Saria!” Sodo waved at her friend. “I think Link’s in his house.”
“Thanks, Sodo!” Saria headed out of her house, where they were making all the food, and headed over to Link’s.
Link was dreaming of eggnog, large cake slices and honey cookies, all drowned in sauce, of popping a cookie into Saria’s mouth and maybe getting one in return. Oh, the food would be so good… the food… the food! He sat bolt upright, only to see Saria grinning at him. “Hey,” she said.
Link scrambled out of bed and threw his hat on. “What’s wrong with you?” Sara giggled. “You’re late! Come on, Link, I can’t make my snowman alone.”
Link clapped a hand to his forehead. How could he forget about the snowman cake?
“Don’t worry,” Saria said, handing him his boots, “Lati and Tila are making the frosting. I just need you to help me put it on and make the other layers. You can do that, right?”
Link bobbed his head affirmatively.
“Well, alright, then,” said Saira cheerfully. She skipped out of the treehouse and down the ladder. Link followed, and grabbing his arm, Saria skipped off. “Let’s go!” she said.
In the kitchen, she and Link mixed up the batter with furious speed, flour flying all about, dusting their clothes. Link went and grabbed two aprons, then helped Saria tie hers in the back and pull her green hair into a net. They popped the layers in the oven, while Sodo’s friend Mire shouted out instructions for the boys setting up the tables.
“Done!” Sara pulled the two layers out of the oven. She and Link frosted them. “Has anyone seen the chocolate buttons?”
“Chocolate buttons, right here!” Mire pointed to the counter. Link dashed over, and they used them to decorate the snowman cake. They finished with a carrot nose. “Now, let’s eat!” said Mire.
The remaing Kokiri filed in and sat down to their desert feast, chomping cookies and cakes and pies. Saria and Link got up to carve slices of their snowman
“Hey, Link? Saira?” said Fado from her seat. Link turned. “Look what’s above you.”
Link and Saria looked up, then immediately a blush spread over both their faces.
“Who hung mistletoe there?!” shouted Mido. He had hoped he and Saria would be under it… not Link and Saria.
“Kiss!” cheered the girls. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
Link and Saria turned towards each other. “…Do you mind?” Saria asked.
Link smiled slightly, and shook his head.
“Well then…” Saria leaned towards him over the top of the cake. Link leaned towards her, grinning ear to ear.
And Saria’s lips landed on that broad grin.