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Who: Zelda, Alfred, open!
When: Day 40
Where: Just outside town.
What: Zelda wanders through the snow and has the pleasure of finding someone she knew.
Rating: uhhhhh g, for now?
This was not World's End.
One would be forgiven for thinking so, with the steel grey water and the way the wind whipped the snow up and up and around, refusing to let it fall. The bitter pang of nostalgia wound its way around her heart and she stood looking on at the darkened, dreary town, cloak - which she was absurdly grateful for, little though it did - gathered around herself. Her fingers were numb - silk gloves were for decorum, not warmth.
She couldn't say how long she'd been there, nor how she'd arrived. She remembered little of the last moments, swallowed up as they had been by this blizzard. But it had been long enough for her direwolf to find her, and she walked with the beast at her side now, keeping a hand in the ruff of Sahar's neck as if to reassure her that she was there. To reassure herself.
Going for the woodland, for the road struck itself as a possibility, but not one she heeded. If she had been brought here, by whatever craft or power, then it was here she was meant to be. It was with that in mind that she steeled herself and grit her teeth against the cold, heading for the town itself.
There was little sign of life, but that didn't mean it wasn't there - she surmised that anyone would be taking shelter from the weather. But there'd been no communicator hidden around her to contact them, no sign of a network to use, and that in turn had her wondering, was this like World's End had been? The turn of one world into another? Was the Tower's influence still here? There were too many questions buzzing in her head and for now, she had no means to answer them. Shelter and some semblance of warmth, first, and then - then she could figure out the rest. Her movement was cautious, but determined, the effect of either somewhat lessened by labouring through the snow. Her wolf had a simpler time of it, and broke from her side to investigate a snow drift. Zelda made no move to call her back, didn't even look over until she heard the sudden, sharp bark.
Her attention thusly grabbed, she looked over at what Sahar sat by - a spill of red over the snow, a shock of blond hair. Breath catching, she went over to them, the wolf and the man that lay there, and there was little thought in what came next - kneeling in the cold and turning his head to see...
A face that she knew well indeed, though not one of Hyrule.
"Alfred," she spoke up, and the cold and the shock shook her voice but she was firm, regardless. "My lord Ashford, hear me. Listen to me." Looking at him, there was no sign of real injury, something she was grateful for, but his eyes seemed to slide in and out of focus, and he looked gaunt, far more so than could be attributed simply to the aristocratic cant of his features.
She would need to move him. But first - first she had to get him to some semblance of consciousness.
When: Day 40
Where: Just outside town.
What: Zelda wanders through the snow and has the pleasure of finding someone she knew.
Rating: uhhhhh g, for now?
This was not World's End.
One would be forgiven for thinking so, with the steel grey water and the way the wind whipped the snow up and up and around, refusing to let it fall. The bitter pang of nostalgia wound its way around her heart and she stood looking on at the darkened, dreary town, cloak - which she was absurdly grateful for, little though it did - gathered around herself. Her fingers were numb - silk gloves were for decorum, not warmth.
She couldn't say how long she'd been there, nor how she'd arrived. She remembered little of the last moments, swallowed up as they had been by this blizzard. But it had been long enough for her direwolf to find her, and she walked with the beast at her side now, keeping a hand in the ruff of Sahar's neck as if to reassure her that she was there. To reassure herself.
Going for the woodland, for the road struck itself as a possibility, but not one she heeded. If she had been brought here, by whatever craft or power, then it was here she was meant to be. It was with that in mind that she steeled herself and grit her teeth against the cold, heading for the town itself.
There was little sign of life, but that didn't mean it wasn't there - she surmised that anyone would be taking shelter from the weather. But there'd been no communicator hidden around her to contact them, no sign of a network to use, and that in turn had her wondering, was this like World's End had been? The turn of one world into another? Was the Tower's influence still here? There were too many questions buzzing in her head and for now, she had no means to answer them. Shelter and some semblance of warmth, first, and then - then she could figure out the rest. Her movement was cautious, but determined, the effect of either somewhat lessened by labouring through the snow. Her wolf had a simpler time of it, and broke from her side to investigate a snow drift. Zelda made no move to call her back, didn't even look over until she heard the sudden, sharp bark.
Her attention thusly grabbed, she looked over at what Sahar sat by - a spill of red over the snow, a shock of blond hair. Breath catching, she went over to them, the wolf and the man that lay there, and there was little thought in what came next - kneeling in the cold and turning his head to see...
A face that she knew well indeed, though not one of Hyrule.
"Alfred," she spoke up, and the cold and the shock shook her voice but she was firm, regardless. "My lord Ashford, hear me. Listen to me." Looking at him, there was no sign of real injury, something she was grateful for, but his eyes seemed to slide in and out of focus, and he looked gaunt, far more so than could be attributed simply to the aristocratic cant of his features.
She would need to move him. But first - first she had to get him to some semblance of consciousness.