Ella
Getting Ezlo had been a good thing for Minish. Sure, Ezlo slept a lot, and didn't approve of Dr. Left the Lynel or Thagia the Thunder Gleeok, but Minish didn't particularly care. His only human friends here were Light's band of friends, the Hero of Men, and Wild and Flower. Even then, he barely knew Flower from beyond the time he'd spent in her house. 

He had nowhere to call home at the moment, so his monster friends were a comfort. Sure they were dangerous, but they'd protect him from the other monsters. He'd be safe with them at least. And truthfully, he needed friends. He missed Zelda. He missed Grandpa and the forge. He missed home. 

This Hyrule was amazing to him, and he never regretted meeting these people, but he missed his family too. And he tried hard *Not* To think about how worried they all must be that he was just gone. 

He sat on a rock overlooking the lost woods. He shivered. He wasn't ever going back there. It was too much.
Alex
*Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.*

*He'd been all over the place today. Wandering around Hyrule and seeing places was just something Yuko did all the time. He didn't have all that much else to do, since most monsters are unemployed (unless you count hitting things with clubs as an occupation) and didn't have anything super important that demanded his attention right this instant.*

*Boy, was he tired. His legs were killing him. He needed to take a rest... And what better place to rest within the area than on one of his favorite-*

*...Rocks.*

*Who... Who was that. Sitting there. On his rock.*

*The moblin inched closer to the stranger, his hand hovering over his club juuuuuust in case.*
Ella
Minish watched the big Moblin carefully. On the one hand, he could take a Moblin. He'd taken several on in his own time. But...

The Moblin was hesitant, like him. It didn't look like it wanted to hurt him. Kinda like how Dr. Left and Thagia had looked. Minish let a small smile creep onto his face.

"Hi there," He said quietly. He waved. "Are you friendly?"
Alex
*It's making noise. Why is it making noises at me.*

*Yuko responded only with a one eyed stare. This hylian didn't seem to immediately freak out upon seeing him... How strange. Usually people would have flipped their shit by now.*

*The moblin inched closer, looming over the lad for a few seconds, before reaching down and trying to pick him up by the scruff of his clothes. Yuko wanted his rock back.*
Ella
Minish had no problem being in the air. Being in the air hanging by his tunic though, that is where he lost his temper. He squirmed and kicked against the air to no avail.

"HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" 

He glared at the Moblin to show he meant business, but he even had to admit it probably didn't look that intimidating to anyone else.
Alex
*Sniffff sneef sniff snorf.*
*Much like a dog does when meeting a new person, the moblin sniffed at this loud, wriggly stranger... The only difference here being that dogs typically are not almost 12 feet tall, nor do they grab you by your tunic and hold you in the air.*

*When all was said and done, he let go of the hero, sending them down a gentle 4 and a half feet from the ground. With his beloved rock chair now free, the moblin went ahead and took a seat.*

*Though, his gaze remained fixed on the green-clad individual. They didn't seem... Bad. Well- okay, maybe a little bit loud. But they seemed to not be afraid of Yuko, which was interesting to him. Being a moblin means that most people are afraid of you and either want you dead or otherwise gone.*

*The moblin watched in silent reconsideration, then scooted over to make room on the rock for the hylian.*
Ella
"Hey that was my spot!" Minish cried out indignantly. 

He pushed against the Moblin's leg. He made no progress.

Who did the Moblin think it was? Minish had that rock fair and square. And he wasn't about to let the first big punk who walked along take his seat from him. 

He pulled his power bracelets from his pouch and put them on his wrists. Confidently he walked to Yuko, and picked the Moblin up.
Alex
*Oh, so it's like that, huh?!*

*Yuko had never been picked up before; never had he personally encountered anyone stronger than he until now. He froze up for a moment, not really knowing what to do in this situation.*

*The monster growled and hissed and snarled in protest, but didn't seem to do much besides that.*
Ella
Minish put Yuko on the ground and sat back on the rock. He stuck his tongue out at Yuko. He crossed his arms and worked to plant himself firmly on the rock. 

"Not so much fun being picked up, is it?" Minish taunted. 

He lounged back and began basking in the sun. It served the Moblin right. He'd been there first. And he didn't like being picked on just because he as smaller than people. He was quick to let people know what he thought of that. The Moblin was no different.
Alex
*Yuko just stood there... Offended. Flabbergasted. Astounded. Gobsmacked. Confounded. Who did this guy think he was? Ridiculous. Ridiculous folly. Unacceptable. Inexcusable.*

*A frustrated huff left the moblin's snout. He growled and forced his way back onto the rock. This means war, little man. This. Means. War.*
Ella
Minish fell to the ground as the Moblin pushed him off of *His* Seat again. His eyes narrowed. 

Alright then. He'd play this game. He pulled his pagasus boots from his pouch and put them on his feet. He'd show the Moblin what he thought of being pushed around. 

Link went over to the rock and effortlessly picked the entire thing up. And then he began running as fast as he could from the Moblin.
Alex
*What the-?! That's cheating! You can't do that! He can't do that, right? He can't!!*

*Yuko got off the rock when he felt it being picked up from underneath him. This little green guy was getting on his nerves... That was Yuko's rock, and now it's being stolen?! Absolutely not. This cannot continue!*

**"ROOWAAAAARRGHH!"**
*The moblin unleashed an imposing and resonant war cry as he charged after the thief carrying his rock.*

*STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP.*
Ella
He laughed. That would show the Moblin. Now he needed somewhere to put it. Then he heard the war cry and knew he was in trouble. He looked back to see the Moblin coming after him. 

In a panic he turned forward again and came face first into a three. He fell backward comically. He groaned. 

He lay there dazed. The rock was somewhere near and he should probably find out exactly where, but his face and upper body hurt.
Rebecca
*Cheaters never prosper. This statement held especially true when the thief collided with the tree. Yikes. Rest in peace, Minish's face.*

*On the bright side, getting this rock back would be easier than Yuko had initially thought. He came to a halt, taking a moment to look at the now fallen hero, before snorting and walking over to his rock. It took a bit of effort, but the moblin was able to lift the rock up and onto his shoulder (Yuko is STRONG). He turned to walk back to its original spot, but stopped for a second to consider something.*

*...With a sigh, he 180'ed back over to Minish and picked him up with his free hand, setting him on top of the rock. He felt kind of bad.*
Ella
Minish looked up at the Moblin, confused. Minish had to admit, he hadn't been very fair to the creature, so he wasn't sure why it was being so kind to him. 

"Um thanks. I'm Link. Everyone here calls me Smith, though. There's lots of people named Link here. Do you have a name?" 

He wondered if the Moblin was actually like Dr. Left and Thagia, and didn't just hate him. He would be happy for another monster friend.
Alex
*The moblin held eye contact for a second, then snorted and sat down next to, not on, next to the rock, and enjoyed the view.*

*He didn't understand what Link was saying to him, but even if he did, he wouldn't really be able to pronounce his own name, would he? The language barrier was, unfortunately, very much a thing. Despite this, it didn't seem that the moblin harbored any ill will towards the green-clad hero. Any aggression he had earlier was not present; he just really wanted his rock back.*

*His one eye would look away from the view every now and then to glance at Minish, to see if he was okay.*
Ella
"I guess I could call you 'Boulder,' but that's a little too on the nose..." 

Minish thought. The Moblin didn't take to him as quickly as Thagia or Dr. Left. Minish wasn't entirely sure what to make of the Moblin either. But he did like the creature. 

"I'll call you Twig. After the big tree I ran into!"
Alex
*Twig. How delightfully unfitting of a nickname it was. Too bad Yuko could not comment on his new alias. All he could do was reply with a snort and a nod of acknowledgement.*

*...But how else could he communicate in a way that could be understood?*

*After a moment of silent thought, the moblin leaned over to his new friend, and pointed to his own snout. Then, he motioned towards the tree he ran into earlier. Afterwards, he clapped his hands together. Face. Tree. Impact. The moblin finished by tilting his head at the hero, as if waiting for a response.*
Ella
Minish watched the Moblin's motions curiously. Was he concerned for how he felt? That had to be it! 

He waved his hands. "I'm okay!" He flashed two thumbs up. "I have had much worse hits than that!" 

He pointed to the Moblin and talked as he did. "Are you okay?"
Judy
*Him? Okay? Last time Yuko checked, it wasn't him that had just suffered a head-on collision with a tree. Yuko had no visible injuries beyond the many many scars he's had for years now.*

*The half-burnt moblin nodded. He was okay, and had definitely been worse before.*

*...Seems he understood these gestures. Perhaps communication wasn't impossible.*
Ella
"I'm glad you're okay," Minish breathed out. 

He rubbed his stomach and pointed back at Yuko and tilted his own head. 

"Are you hungry? My friend Light has taught me to hunt better."
Judy
*Hungry? Is he hungry? No- am \*I\* Hungry?— Well, not particularly, but—*

*The message reahed Yuko, who looked back, scratched his chin for a moment, and then shrugged.*
Ella
"Oh. Okay." Minish nodded. If the creature wasn't hungry, he wasn't quite sure if he needed to eat now either. He could always find a meal at a stable. 

He pointed down to the rock, "Is this your home?"
Judy
*Rock.*

*...Yuko tilted his head. There were not as many gestures involved, so it took him a second to figure out what was being asked.*

*It was a nice rock and all, but home to him was wherever the wind took him... Mostly because his previous home got burned down and everyone else was killed. He barely made it out alive, escaping with a huge burn scar and fewer eyes than usual.*

*...He could try to communicate this. Maybe.*

*He pointed off in some direction, and made a sort of roof over his head with his hands. Over there, home.*

*With a growl, he raised his club, and put both of his hands together. Conflict. Fighting.*

*Then, he swished his hands through the air in a large, flowing motion. He gestured things falling. He dragged a finger across his throat. Fire. Destruction. Death.*

*By now, he seemed a little out of it. Seems like remembering this took a bit of a mental toll on the big guy...*

*After a momentary pause, he made a roof with his hands again, then made an X with his arms. No home.*