19 - PAfH; [Audio // Common]
[For as calm and composed as Zelda may sound, her position is hardly of the sort. She’s back in her room now, lacking a variety of objects-many of which mean something of great sentimental value to her. If it’s never been apparent before, it certainly will be when she finally manages to speak. She has no intentions of publicly speaking about anything she saw or heard or thinks she witnessed.
She holds the comm device to her lips, as though she’s simply contemplating what to say. Or perhaps she’s attempting to think of how to say things. Sometimes it’s not always the message, but rather how it’s presented that makes all of the difference.
Zelda sucks in her courage.]
My… things.
If you are in possession of them, please inform me, so I may take the appropriate path to the acquisition of the corresponding item, whether it be by a crossing of paths, or simply to leave them at the door of my residence.
I would appreciate it that their condition be identical as they were when they were obtained. Those of you who have them… I offer my gratitude for their care.
…I also extend my apologies to those who worried over my status.
[There is a very distinct pause. Once more, Zelda is contemplating and she’s not entirely sure why. She knows precisely what she wants to say and the portrayal of her words she wishes to use. Diplomacy, however, with a hint of strength behind it burns within her. That appears to be the proper path to take.]
First Mate Kage.
Your silence will not serve as deterrence this time. I will hold audience with you at your leisure.
[OoC: Zelda’s back after all that fun stuff. She’s missing some stuff, though, so if someone wants to claim it and bring it to her, or make arrangements, let’s do it to it. She lost the following as she tumbled into the grand oblivion that is death: the Seal of Mar (claimed), her lone Triforce earring (also claimed), her tiara (also-also claimed), her slippers (claimed), and her Hylian gown (claim'd). Sorry. :[ Nothing left~. (By the by, if anyone's wondering about Zelda's undergarments, she's not asking about those. xD She'll spare herself the humiliation.]
She holds the comm device to her lips, as though she’s simply contemplating what to say. Or perhaps she’s attempting to think of how to say things. Sometimes it’s not always the message, but rather how it’s presented that makes all of the difference.
Zelda sucks in her courage.]
My… things.
If you are in possession of them, please inform me, so I may take the appropriate path to the acquisition of the corresponding item, whether it be by a crossing of paths, or simply to leave them at the door of my residence.
I would appreciate it that their condition be identical as they were when they were obtained. Those of you who have them… I offer my gratitude for their care.
…I also extend my apologies to those who worried over my status.
[There is a very distinct pause. Once more, Zelda is contemplating and she’s not entirely sure why. She knows precisely what she wants to say and the portrayal of her words she wishes to use. Diplomacy, however, with a hint of strength behind it burns within her. That appears to be the proper path to take.]
First Mate Kage.
Your silence will not serve as deterrence this time. I will hold audience with you at your leisure.
[OoC: Zelda’s back after all that fun stuff. She’s missing some stuff, though, so if someone wants to claim it and bring it to her, or make arrangements, let’s do it to it. She lost the following as she tumbled into the grand oblivion that is death: the Seal of Mar (claimed), her lone Triforce earring (also claimed), her tiara (also-also claimed), her slippers (claimed), and her Hylian gown (claim'd). Sorry. :[ Nothing left~. (By the by, if anyone's wondering about Zelda's undergarments, she's not asking about those. xD She'll spare herself the humiliation.]