alwaysyourqueen
Unlucky Member
The time had passed, no doubt. The time had gone on, again and again, and it was impossible to gauge the true extent of who Zelda had been for all these millennia. But here she was, back home again, with her knight at her side.
Her legs ached, and her body protested, but she made her way down the road. They were not far from Hateno Village now, and she was looking forward to seeing her home. (Not just her home, but her and Link's home together. He had shown her that he had fixed it up, and she had taken it a few steps further.) She reached to lean on Link, glad for the moment that he was a good height for her to reach towards. He was somehow perfect in every respect. Or maybe it just felt that way.
"Link, have you found any flowers? I want to place some by the desk." There's not much for her to say, so she finds something. There's always something else for her to find to talk about. Ever since dropping out of the sky, she's found there's even more she could talk about than ever before.
Of course, she would avoid the more difficult things. Being restored from a draconic form was draining, and she refused to express how tired she was. And she was. She was tired.
Her legs ached, and her body protested, but she made her way down the road. They were not far from Hateno Village now, and she was looking forward to seeing her home. (Not just her home, but her and Link's home together. He had shown her that he had fixed it up, and she had taken it a few steps further.) She reached to lean on Link, glad for the moment that he was a good height for her to reach towards. He was somehow perfect in every respect. Or maybe it just felt that way.
"Link, have you found any flowers? I want to place some by the desk." There's not much for her to say, so she finds something. There's always something else for her to find to talk about. Ever since dropping out of the sky, she's found there's even more she could talk about than ever before.
Of course, she would avoid the more difficult things. Being restored from a draconic form was draining, and she refused to express how tired she was. And she was. She was tired.