"The earth laughs in flowers."

[dancingseasons]

[Din has a job to do here, she knows.]

[The chill of winter's frost still clings to this Hyrule, and she knows it's time to awaken the world again. It's time for warmth. Time for light. Time for Spring.]

[She makes her way to the center of Hyrule Field in the cool dimness of pre-dawn. The Temple of Seasons is where she really ought to be

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have a peeping tom, din.

[heirtoclocktown]

[A purple-haired man in a yellow mask was walking one of Hyrule field's less-traversed paths when he seems the girl dancing with herself. He's far enough away to see without being seen, and he watches, entranced, the curves of her body and the flow of her hair. Kafei knows nothing of Hyrule's Goddesses, and if even he did, he wouldn't believe in them. But this girl is beautiful and... familiar somehow. He lowers the keaton mask from his face and observes silently.]

[ooc: Don't apologize! I can't speak for everyone, but I love this idea!]

Re: have a peeping tom, din.

[dancingseasons]

(ooc: Eee! Thank you!)

[Din is unaware of her observer as she undulates rhythmically, tracing out her pattern on the slowly brightening grass. The sun is just beginning to be in evidence, its first rays illuminating her crimson hair and flailing ribbons. She is at one with the field, the sky, the sun, the spirits of earth and spring. The Blessing of Seasons comes to a conclusion, and she shifts tirelessly into the Blessing of Warmth.]

[heirtoclocktown]

[As the girl continues dancing, Kafei continues watching, his mind wandering as his eyes wandered over the girl's lithe form. There was something very raw in her dancing: passion. Kafei could always admire passion in women; so often, he noticed it was the women with passionately red hair who captured his attention. This girl is no different, and as the sun rises, she seems almost a part of the flickering, fiery light.]

[She is something like those dancing girls in West Clock Town who dance in the fire. But it's a crude comparison. This girl dances with grace and poise, with natural ease and dexterity. Where the girls he knew and remembered are rigid and controlled, this girl dances wildly, like a flame, like water, like light spilling across wooden floors. She's wild, Kafei decides, and the thought intrigues him. When she's done, he decides, he'll have to say hello.]

[dancingseasons]

[Slowly, gradually, the dance begins to wind to its conclusion. The ribbons whip less violently in their self-made wind, and Din's aspect begins to fade once again to that of a beautiful mortal girl. She raises her arms one last time as she sinks to her knees, as though offering an embrace to Spring itself, then lowers her arms and folds them loosely against herself. It is done.]

[dancingseasons]

[Even in the midst of her near-trance, Din is aware of the immortal's presence. It's a faint understanding, something soft and undefined on the wind. She's pleased that he was evidently sincere in his desire to witness this, and although she's not entirely certain what his vantage point is, she smiles, knowing that wherever he is, he can see it. The transition from the Blessing of the Seasons to the Blessing of Warmth is smooth; she welcomes the rising sun with uplifted arms, hair and ribbons flying as she twirls.]

[dancingseasons]

[He doesn't have very long to wait. Gradually, Din's appearance begins to subtly shift back to what it was on their first meeting; the dance is ending. She lifts her arms in a final dramatic gesture, sinking to the ground and hugging herself. The air is warmer than it had been, and her head is bowed. Her voice is barely more than a whisper.]

I know you're there, friend Warrior.