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Since the harp had shown up that day in the rain, Zelda hadn't played it. It had simply sat in a corner of her room collecting dust and, in her opinion, full of silent accusations about the life and responsibilities she'd left behind. Did Link need her? Did Link need Sheik, which was who the harp truly belonged to? Which was she?
She had never been very good at juggling two identities, becoming wholly swallowed in one or the other. The seven years she'd spent in Sheik's body, Zelda had truly become a sheikah warrior and all that the shadow race entailed. She learned their fights, learned their legends and learned how to blend seamlessly in the shadows, how to disappear in plain sight. Zelda was capable of such trickery too, though more subtle by far, and on the island she was having difficulty reconciling the warrior she'd been with the princess she'd become. The princess seemed happy enough to spend her days collecting friends and lounging by the ocean but the warrior part of her longed for something more purposeful, something meaningful.
Fed up with herself and wanting the time to actually work through her emotions instead of sublimating them (sublimation had been one of the first things she'd learned studying this new wisdom called psychology) , Zelda snatched up the harp and went to sit on the steps leading into the compound.
She would play, for once in her life, entirely for her. No temple songs to wake the sages, no sheikah songs to blend into the night. No laments of kingdoms lost or tales of courtly love.
Just for her, at least this time. Maybe, in time, she could play for others again.
[She's playing a lyre-sized instrument, not what is commonly considered a harp. They just call it a harp in canon.]
She had never been very good at juggling two identities, becoming wholly swallowed in one or the other. The seven years she'd spent in Sheik's body, Zelda had truly become a sheikah warrior and all that the shadow race entailed. She learned their fights, learned their legends and learned how to blend seamlessly in the shadows, how to disappear in plain sight. Zelda was capable of such trickery too, though more subtle by far, and on the island she was having difficulty reconciling the warrior she'd been with the princess she'd become. The princess seemed happy enough to spend her days collecting friends and lounging by the ocean but the warrior part of her longed for something more purposeful, something meaningful.
Fed up with herself and wanting the time to actually work through her emotions instead of sublimating them (sublimation had been one of the first things she'd learned studying this new wisdom called psychology) , Zelda snatched up the harp and went to sit on the steps leading into the compound.
She would play, for once in her life, entirely for her. No temple songs to wake the sages, no sheikah songs to blend into the night. No laments of kingdoms lost or tales of courtly love.
Just for her, at least this time. Maybe, in time, she could play for others again.
[She's playing a lyre-sized instrument, not what is commonly considered a harp. They just call it a harp in canon.]