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Who: Byrne, Nabooru
What: Because clearly we don't see enough Nabooru. The Gerudo is actually taking some time to think, recover, consider the recent murder, figure out how to proceed with her future classes, figure out what to do with her sagedom... And enjoy the hot springs. Because it's been about two years since she's gone.
Where: Hot Springs
When: November 19 - This Seems Okay - Late Night
Warnings: By about the third page of comments, there's some racy stuff going on.
There were a good number of things to consider. Nabooru hadn't taken the time to give them all much thought either. Well, she'd had the time, but it was more or less a lack of motivation that made things difficult. And things were difficult. But she had anticipated that upon her return to the academy it would turn out that way. Even expecting something, however, didn't make the collision any better.
There was Shinon and Byrne, which was quickly growing into a larger issue than she had prepared herself for. She'd not come back with the mindset that either of them would be so... interested in her, to put it lightly. There was Ganondorf, who had once more reminded Nabooru of everything she'd missed about being one of the Gerudo. And while she wasn't sure if she could consider herself one again just yet, she did have a very lovely hairpiece to show for it, with thanks to him. Eventually, things were going to become even more convoluted, though. She'd try to stave it off as long as possible.
There was the issue of her position in relation to Hyrule, the Hero of Time, and her people. There was also the recent murder, which struck a chord in her that wasn't quite fear, but more or less regret. Nowadays she couldn't get away with killing anyone so easily. At least, not without offering it a second thought.
Her head inclined to rest her chin against the back of her hand. The free arm dangled over the edge, and she stared off into the distance. At least, however, she could get some peace and quiet. For once. No students to worry about. No peering king to be concerned over. No jealous boyfriends she needed to tend to... And she could stand to sit like this for a while. Just her. And the hot spring. And her thoughts.
What: Because clearly we don't see enough Nabooru. The Gerudo is actually taking some time to think, recover, consider the recent murder, figure out how to proceed with her future classes, figure out what to do with her sagedom... And enjoy the hot springs. Because it's been about two years since she's gone.
Where: Hot Springs
When: November 19 - This Seems Okay - Late Night
Warnings: By about the third page of comments, there's some racy stuff going on.
There were a good number of things to consider. Nabooru hadn't taken the time to give them all much thought either. Well, she'd had the time, but it was more or less a lack of motivation that made things difficult. And things were difficult. But she had anticipated that upon her return to the academy it would turn out that way. Even expecting something, however, didn't make the collision any better.
There was Shinon and Byrne, which was quickly growing into a larger issue than she had prepared herself for. She'd not come back with the mindset that either of them would be so... interested in her, to put it lightly. There was Ganondorf, who had once more reminded Nabooru of everything she'd missed about being one of the Gerudo. And while she wasn't sure if she could consider herself one again just yet, she did have a very lovely hairpiece to show for it, with thanks to him. Eventually, things were going to become even more convoluted, though. She'd try to stave it off as long as possible.
There was the issue of her position in relation to Hyrule, the Hero of Time, and her people. There was also the recent murder, which struck a chord in her that wasn't quite fear, but more or less regret. Nowadays she couldn't get away with killing anyone so easily. At least, not without offering it a second thought.
Her head inclined to rest her chin against the back of her hand. The free arm dangled over the edge, and she stared off into the distance. At least, however, she could get some peace and quiet. For once. No students to worry about. No peering king to be concerned over. No jealous boyfriends she needed to tend to... And she could stand to sit like this for a while. Just her. And the hot spring. And her thoughts.