"The earth laughs in flowers."

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[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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[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.]

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[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.

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So you did; I'm pleased that you have.

[She accepts his hand, rising to her feet with a smile.]

I hope that's a compliment rather than otherwise. That particular dance is known only to the women of my line -- the Blessing of the Seasons. Whichever of us is the present Oracle performs it just four times a year. You're in rare company; there are only a few who have ever seen it done.

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[Charmed, to say nothing of astonished at such deference from one whom she knows to be more powerful than herself, Din blushes. She answers the half-bow with a small curtsey of her own.]

You're the one honoring me, Warrior. I may not know exactly what you are, but I'm well aware that you're quite a bit greater than I am. So I'm the one who's privileged to have an audience in you.

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Well, if you mean in a more general sense of things, I will probably seek to make myself useful at least until summer comes, if I'm not sent back to Holodrum before that.

[She looks around, feeling satisfied. The Blessing has done its work once more.]

But if you're speaking more of the immediate, I'm thinking breakfast sounds like a good idea.

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There's a sort of farm over there.

[She nods in the direction of Lon Lon Ranch.]

I was in there a few days ago. There's flour and eggs and cream and things like that. I thought I'd wander that way again and make some wheatcakes. They're delicious with honey on them.

[She pauses and glances at him, mirroring his curiosity.]

Would you like to join me?

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[Well, now, isn't that lovely? An immortal who's also a gentleman. Din's pleased, and very much aware that this honor is somewhat singular -- being an Oracle, she has more than the usual amount of respect for immortals, and she knows they don't confer favor lightly. Even so minor a favor as this is a great deal. So she takes his arm with just a touch of reverence in her expression, and sets off for the ranch at his side; this is easier said than done, given that "Warrior" is almost a full two feet taller than she is. It's a bit of a struggle to keep pace with him, but she does her best.]

I'm glad of the company. I never did like to eat alone; it's much pleasanter to eat with friends.

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Thank you.

[Din enters the ranch proper and opens the door to the comfortable little farmhouse. The kitchen is bright and cheery, and she starts opening and closing the cabinetry, piling foodstuffs onto a counter. She locates a bowl and a large wooden spoon, and industriously cracks eggs and measures flour. Even while performing so mundane a task, her movements are lithe, dancelike.]

I hope you're not uncomfortable in here, Warrior? You're a bit...taller than the average farmhand. Don't want you to sit someplace that's not comfortable for you.