[RL, backdated to Saturday night]
She supposed one should be surprised when they wake up in an attempted copy of one's personal quarters; as such, it didn't really strike her as unusual until she walked out of her room and almost right into a man in a black suit.
Yeah. We're not in Gerudo Valley anymore. Hell, we're not even in Hyrule, though where 'here' is...is beyond Nabooru's comprehension. Probably something to do with the Goddess-forsaken community.
As such, she's spent a good chunk of the day in her room, sitting on the windowsill playing her lute. Thankfully no one else in this house has come to her room as of yet - but one of her scimitars is propped up beside her.
You know. Just in case.
Yeah. We're not in Gerudo Valley anymore. Hell, we're not even in Hyrule, though where 'here' is...is beyond Nabooru's comprehension. Probably something to do with the Goddess-forsaken community.
As such, she's spent a good chunk of the day in her room, sitting on the windowsill playing her lute. Thankfully no one else in this house has come to her room as of yet - but one of her scimitars is propped up beside her.
You know. Just in case.