Floyd
This was fine. This was fine! This was totally normal and usual to meet someone you'd silently accepted you'd never see again after over a year because they fell victim to the same temporal anomalies that you had- this was fine.

Everything was completely and utterly fine.

A quiet "Hup" And shimmering sound of magic announced his arrival, Kovar turning his head down to give a cursory glance of the gateway. Afterwards he stepped off with a quick hop, boots crunching the dirt and grass he landed on. Kovar checks his things, adjusting his quiver and gloves and smoothing his hair in place. Normal things for a completely and utterly normal saying hello again. He'd just said hi to Styla! This was-

Yeah, no. He was lying to himself. He was completely and utterly undoubtedly nervous. 

Why wouldn't he be? Viridian was always the most... Experienced of them, someone cool- someone interesting. A natural leader with people who bumbled behind him and haphazardly managed to stop some curse that was so silly in the grand scheme of it all. Like someone that had taken him out of the wrong genre and slapped him into a comedy- and... Admittedly Kovar hadn't been thinking all that straight as of recently. Homesickness continued to nip at his nerves, even with slices of it here.

Kovar takes a deep breath, holds it in, and exhales long. It's okay. He's allowed to be nervous- it's probably just overthinking. The more rational side of him at least tells him that much. He takes a moment to resettle, and it's not long before he spots his target as he walked closer to the stables. A grin forms on his face, and he raises a hand.

"Viridian! There you-"

And then he registers.

"Oh by Madame Couture's sewing those colors."
Wayne
An ear to ear, shit-eating grin turned into a diabolical, almost villain-like laugh. Which was actually just his default laugh, despite how concerning it would sound to a stranger. Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the stable workers shuffle away to sweep at a good distance from them. Honestly though, he didn't care. Because he was too busy losing it at Cerulean's comment and expression.

Honestly, he had missed the guy. Hytopia was by no means close to Hyrule (one of the reasons he initially picked it for his destination around a year ago), and Viridian's boss was keen on keeping him hard at work. Despite his general laziness, he was a good blacksmith. 

But going back to Hyrule was rough. His adventure in Hytopia, even though it was a *Quest,* Was by no means terrible, all things considered. There were even times he found himself enjoying his time there. And the people were all so... Nice. And that included Cerulean. 

It threw him at first, after all, it was... Difficult to work with someone so *Emotional* When Viridian himself tried to keep his feelings far away from him. They were practically opposites. Viridian looked like he could wrestle a bear, had a resting face more like a scowl, and his abrasive attitude kept most people at a distance. Meanwhile, Cerulean was (deceptively) small, always seemed to be smiling, and was simply nice to be around. 

"It's not pretty, yeah!" He finally managed to say once he had calmed down. "But it's way too useful to use much else on a regular basis."
Floyd
There's a quiet moment where he raises his hands to cover his mouth. His expressioned seemed to change each passing moment like it couldn't settle on horror, disgust, or shock. Eventually he sets them together like he's praying, before pointing his fingers outward at Viridian.

"*I knew it was going to be bad. I somehow didn't think it was going to be this bad,*" Was whispered shakily. For a moment it looks like he can't figure out if he wants to laugh or cry. "My heart, Viridian. My heart."

He's being dramatic as always, but what he said wasn't necessarily untrue. He thinks that if he was *Ever* Caught wearing something like that in Hytopia, he might have been arrested. Scratch that. He definitely would have been until he changed into something more presentable. It'd be a crime to public decency or something along those lines, practicality be damned.

He takes a deep breath and raises an arm to his eyes, squaring his shoulders, before holding his arms out to his sides.

"But! Absolute tragedy adorning your body aside! It is *Incredible* To see you, I honestly didn't expect to do so-" He laughs, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck sheepishly. "Admittedly that's a little silly given how many people have shown up here from across *Time*, but I digress. I'm glad you're well."

And he smiles like he always does. Though this isn't a grin, instead something smaller- fonder. Like he'd had over campfires and lamplight on particularly late excursions into the Drablands, as things neared a close. One meant to be shared with friends, as he always seemed to like. He *Was* Fond of them- even if it wasn't long, it had meant something. Time passing doesn't change that.
Wayne
Aaaand... He was cackling all over again. He wasn't sure if he could help it, honestly. His default gear was certainly a hodgepodge of items he found useful enough to constantly be on his person. The Red Mail for defense, the pegasus boots for speed, the Roc's Feather and Brother Emblem hanging from the chain of the Pendant of Courage around his neck, the Titan's Mitt on his left hand for an extra strength boost, and the rings for- oh!

"Shut up, idiot. Your dumb face is a sight for sore eyes," He responded somewhat jokingly, reaching out to ruffle his friend's hair. "So to make up for both the long absence and the obscene color combination of my outfit. Wanna take a look at those rings?"

It was funny. Viridian wasn't sure when he last felt this glad to see someone. Maybe he was so used to goodbyes that he didn't dare hope to see friends again if they weren't nearby. Ravio, Farore, Din, Nayru... All of them he hadn't seen again and doubted he ever would. It made him feel... Less empty. That smile... Goofy as it was, Viridian had missed it.
Floyd
"Excuse me, I have quite the fetching face if you must know-" He states, tapping his own chest with his thumb.

Then the hair ruffle ruins any pretense he puts up, a loud and offended gasp startling from his throat. It's not even a second after that he's smoothing his hair back into "Presentable" Fashion, tongue poking out from his lips in concentration. It's not *Perfect*, but the fact he managed to clean it up so quickly after hardly enough time to even speak is a feat in it of itself.

Then his eyes practically light up despite their dark hue, and his attention is utterly caught again. Like a moth drawn to a lantern, the mere suggestion takes the smith's entire focus. It's *Jewelry* After all, and he'd always been a fan of anything shiny or carved. It's why he kept that strange gemstone he liked with him!

"One hundred percent absolutely yes," Practically spills from his lips like a waterfall "They had *Best* Be worth the pain delivered upon my eyes, but given it is you I have no doubt they will suffice."

An odd compliment, but a compliment nonetheless to his trust for Viridian. It was always something he lended rather easily, but why wouldn't he? He'd given the trust of his life already, the trust that some items must be intriguing is much less in comparison.
Wayne
*Excuse me, I have quite the fetching face if you must know-*

For a split second, Viridian considered his friend might be right... Before blinking in disbelief at his own thoughts and pushing them away. No sir, absolutely not going there. Rings. He was showing Cerulean the rings.

Viridian smirked at the way Cerulean's eyes lit up. "Prepare to be amazed..." He said dramatically with a smug look, and held out his left hand palm-down. Five golden rings glittered in the sunlight, one slipped on each finger over the top of the fingerless Titan's Mitt. On his pinkie, a round green gem; on his ring finger, a square red gem; on his middle, a red blade with a crystal hilt; on his pointer, a blue blade with a crystal hilt; and on his thumb, a scarlet, fist-shaped gem. 

"Pretty cool, huh?" He bragged. "Each one does something different. Wanna hear?"
Floyd
*Carved* Didn't even begin to describe them!

The intricate details in refined gemwork, the small additions that came together for a grand whole. It must have taken some time to get the blades made even as just shapes with such small canvas shapes- and the fist? Well, carving a gem into a fist was an odd choice he wouldn't lie. However it certainly took some talent to do! And then-

His head snaps up to Viridian's eyes as he registers the words.

Each one does something different. Enchanted jewelry then? Even harder to come by- much less acquire but... Yes he sees it now. Traces of magic that, when so focused on the rings themselves, he hadn't noticed before. Yet it also makes sense, Viridian was the most practical of sorts. Of course he'd have enchanted rings of all things.

"I'd love to!" He answers with a grin, clasping his hands together.

He doesn't think Viridian ever mentioned these before. Then again, Viridian didn't mention a lot of things before. That was simply normal.
Wayne
Viridian grinned at the look of absolute wonder on Cerulean's face. He *Loved* Showing off his items, so he was happy to explain and demonstrate. "This one is the Green Ring," He began, pointing at it. "I know, super generic name. But it's a lot cooler than it sounds. With this little thing, all my attacks do more damage *And* I take less damage from other attacks. Then *This* One," He pointed at the square-shaped gem, "Is the Steadfast Ring. Anything that tries to knock me over with an attack will have an exceptionally hard time doing so. The others... Actually, it's better if I demonstrate."

Viridian gestured to the trees off to the side of the stable, they would make pretty suitable dummies. After crossing the short distance to them, he took out his Golden Sword and flipped the hilt around his fingers into a back-handed grip with a dramatic flourish. He was pretty sure Cerulean had never seen the Golden Sword, and since they weren't in an actual fight, Viridian felt like being a little showy couldn't hurt. 

"The Spin Ring and Charge Ring both enhance my spin attack," He explained, then took a stance. Flicking his sword back, it only took a single second before he was fully charged. He spun in place not once, but *Twice,* And two of the trees were felled in the attack's wake. After that, he decided to wait for the reaction, just to savor the best trick for last.
Floyd
The truth was he hadn't- he hadn't seen *Any* Of these things. Something that made it all the more baffling that he so openly showed it now. Kovar was at least capable enough to recognize that their teams leader had been... Unapproachable on certain topics- yet now here he was. Maybe it was because, by now, it was an open secret just who he was.

At the same time, he can't help but wonder what exactly changed.

The thought tempered some of the excitement he would have had, but evidently he was still a fascinated listener. He attention never left Viridian, and when given time to move back he does. Though he raises his arm as the trunks of the trees fall against the dirt, eyes narrowed into a squint before he blinks and they widen.

"It's like- the effects of outfits, but stored into just rings," He murmurs softly, before he lights up again "How ingenious! Allowing for multiple effects at the same time whilst also concealing the wear into something small and compactable- bravo! *I wonder if that could be replicated with the right materials*..."

Ever quick to start thinking, his hands already itched to start writing things down.