[museboxing]
[It had taken Zelda several hours with the council in order to reassure them that a trip into Ordon would require no guards and only a bow and arrow for security. It'd taken the riding master of the Castle thirty minutes to hound Zelda over her choice of steed for the excursion, and twenty minutes to remind the elderly man that he was speaking to Her Majesty now, and not Her Highness.
The Castle seamstresses saw this excursion as an opportunity to foist fabrics and silks upon Zelda in an attempt to create a new riding wardrobe. With their old ways and loud chittering and chattering, it had taken Zelda thirty-five minutes to convince them that a new wardrobe was not necessary and her tunics and trousers with a warm shawl would do just fine.
An hour and a half it took to drawl through the security guard's endless tolls on safety when riding alone, and thirty seconds to urge her horse to burst out of the Castle's enclosures and into the wide, open, beaten paths of her kingdom.
Three hours.
It took her three hours in total to get to her destination.
Ordon.
Ordon.
Sometimes she cursed being royal.]
The Castle seamstresses saw this excursion as an opportunity to foist fabrics and silks upon Zelda in an attempt to create a new riding wardrobe. With their old ways and loud chittering and chattering, it had taken Zelda thirty-five minutes to convince them that a new wardrobe was not necessary and her tunics and trousers with a warm shawl would do just fine.
An hour and a half it took to drawl through the security guard's endless tolls on safety when riding alone, and thirty seconds to urge her horse to burst out of the Castle's enclosures and into the wide, open, beaten paths of her kingdom.
Three hours.
It took her three hours in total to get to her destination.
Ordon.
Ordon.
Sometimes she cursed being royal.]