A silhouette cuts the horizon line like a stiletto, long and sharp, marring the marriage of sea and sky. As the shape draws nearer to shore it solidifies into a sail attached to an intricately carved boat. Small as the boat is, great care had been spent on its carving. A chimera of reptile and bird is stretching its head out from the prow and wings pulled back and protective of what it carried, the tail the rudder guiding it to its destination. The paint, once prismatic in vibrant beauty is now cracked and pealing from an untold long journey in sun and on sea.
The unnamed boat runs a shore, grinding softly, pivoting and listing before finally resting with a sigh of sand and surf. The sail goes limp; no sound no movement but the constant murmuring of the sea. Then a form rises from inside the boat, it forms into two people, a man and a woman, struggling to support one another to stand. Stumbling out of the boat they stagger onto the beach before collapsing onto the hot sand. Sun bleached silk and velvet clothes and salt matted long black hair mingle like a Rorschach on the white sand.
Parched and cracked lips seek, the sea rushes up and recedes as if giving a finial blessing before retreating back to its depthless home. The Lovers stand together and move to the beached boat. Pushing and straining before finally boat and its feathered serpent takes to the sea again, sails furling out pulling on a new and finial journey out into the sea. The Lovers mouth “Thank you” together toward the boat and sea that brought them to this shore. They watch the sea as the sun sets fiery passionate red. Silk moves against velvet, sea upon shore; power and lust, serenity and kindness, boundless and everlasting, desolate and greedy.

OOC: Sorry about the delay, but I was wondering if you might like an opportunity to expand your intro (even though you're already well into Hyrule by now)?
IC:

A small crowd--maybe six, ten, twelve people--stands a little ways away from the couple. They wait reverently--or just silently--as the small boat pushes off, and as the voyagers say their goodbyes.

Then, as they gradually move closer, to greet the man and woman, more join their number from who knows where; one from the north, a few stragglers from the west, another one or two coming upward from the southern roads. The Crowd growing as a unit, now more than twenty-strong, forms a welcoming committee. Like some sort of reactionary incident in response to the newcomers, the Crowd comes forth.

Then, as an appendage from the blob of the Crowd, a tall, white-bearded man breaks away from the regiment to speak. His voice, deep, dry, and crackly, barely projects across the space between his mouth and the ears of the two he speaks to.

"Welcome, welcome. Welcome, welcome. Welcome to Tantari Desert, of North Hyrule, of Hyrule. Welcome to dry land, to hard ground, to a world of new faces, new places. Welcome, welcome. To new places. You must be, must be very, very tired."

At the word "tired," the crowd breaks into a series of echoes and agreements, murmuring words like, "and hungry," "thirsty," "tired," and, "so tired..."

The old man lifts one hand, silencing the group almost immediately. Then, lifting his other hand (looking somewhat odd with both arms forming ninety-degree angles with his shoulders), three more people from the crowd step forward. One carries two large skins: "Water, and wine," you hear. The second person holds a small wooden bowl, which he uncaps to show an assortment of cut fruit. "To energize you," comments the old man. Finally, the third thrusts forth two clean, white towels, which before your eyes he pours water over; water in a jug which jingles with the distinct sound of ice-cubes. "For your refreshment."

The old man then steps back, and motions for you to partake in their welcoming gifts.

Smiles on sun baked lips, toungs swollen say ‘thank you’. They sit as one down on the hot stands before this gift. The man razes the water to his lips, a short drink. He then proffers the container to the woman who receives and takes. Smiling she returns and he drinks, thus all that was given is consumed. The towels are raised and each spend time in applying loving cleansing strokes upon each other. They stand as one, the man steeping forward bows deep, right leg extended arms outreached, palms up. He straightens and speaks,

Long has it been sense we have seen such hospitality, we have no means or repaying you other than offering up our services until this debt is repaid.