[The woman that stands before you... okay not actually before you but you know in the mirror... come on, dude, you're harshing my rhythm! Look, the woman who stands before you is looking... oddly calm, all things considered. Well okay by 'all things' I guess I really just mean the fact that you haven't seen her around before, so... she's probably
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I think she wants you to build whatever you want. Er, that is...she doesn't give us any instructions. A lot of people build things from their homes.
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Also, you seem to have further confused her.]
...I see. I'd taken for granted that "build" was meant in a less literal sense, but... do you mean that this is some sort of forced-labour encampment, focused on actual construction?
[no, dear....]
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She rubs the back of her neck.] Wha--no, nothing like that! It's not that bad. We "build" using the magic dirt and sand. It's all over the place.
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wait, but, she said "magic". maybe that counts for something.]
...I'm sorry, but I suppose I'm a bit confused. Building from sand and dirt seems as though it would be even more difficult than using more conventional building materials.
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That's... astounding. [She really does look astounded.] Magic of that sort is nearly unheard-of, in my homeland...
[Ganondorf had that power, more or less, but...]
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[She'd seen her share of odd things - castles spinning upside-down in the sky, the dueling arena, the shadows, but the ability to create something from nothing was entirely new.]
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[If only it was so easy... to build, to change, to sweep away a burned-out husk and replace it with something clean and new. Would she? Or should the old Castle Town be left as it stood, a memorial and a warning.
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You know, Z, not everything requires Deep Thoughts.]
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Forgive my poor manners... you've been quite forthcoming with information, and I've neither asked your name nor given my own.
[Strangers do not converse and remain strangers, it is just Not Done, is I guess what she is saying.
She places one hand on her chest.]
I'm Zelda, crown princess of Hyrule. May I ask your name?
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[A princess! And this one is so polite... Utena's little face just lights up.]
Oh, my name's Utena! It's really nice to meet you. [She even bows a little, what a doofus.]
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[oh gosh that's adorable. Zelda responds to the bow with a small curtsy, smiling at the girl's enthusiasm.]
It's very nice to meet you, as well, Utena.
I'd hate to seem demanding [And she does look slightly sheepish as she says this], but... is there any other advice you can share? Most of what I've heard - from one source or another - has been repeated by now, but... there have been the occasional hints at surprises. Tricks our hostess might play.
I'd hate to be taken off-guard, if it could be avoided.
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