Feeling long winded
[Waking is much like dreaming.
[Consciousness is a deep fog of sounds and shadowy images. It is made of the faces she has seen, yesterday and tomorrow; the smell of battles won and lost; the ghost of tears on her cheeks or lips on her mouth.
["Brother! No!" " ...my hour of need..." "I've been waiting for you..." "...you are a true hero!" "Our princess is in ano--" "Life? Or death?!" "I am trapped..." "I shall always remember..." "...what you've managed to do?" "--ll, excuse" "--ATES! The terror of the se--" "--a seagull." "I pass it to you." "You are Princess Zelda."
"It is I, Princess of Hyrule, Zelda."
"I am Zelda."
[Dozens of lives. Marriages to dozens men. Children and Heroes. So many existences; some warring with each other, and some seperate. Dozens of fathers and husbands, faces and voices. But they share a name: Zelda.
[Her body feels fluid and her mind feels like a gale. She sits forward from her bed, staring down at her hands. They are smooth, the fingers are long. She is a young woman. Still, Zelda feels light. Touching her forehead, she realizes she wears no ornaments, no jewelry. Her dress is a white, undetailed frock. She feels naked.
[She stands, and walks silently to the window in white silk slippers. The land is spread out before her. It has shifted and changed over hundreds of years in her mind. It is familiar. It is alien. Who is she to this place?
[But, see--there! The movement of a windmill attracts her. It is Kakariko Village. The glimmer of light over the hills must be Lake Hylia. The dense green mass is the Lost Woods, and there is the high mountain named Death. Weaving them together, the heart of the country--Hyrule Field.
[Hundreds of years crunch into just one. The voices of the past and future exhaust into whispers as she looks at this land. Though the setting sun's oranges and reds are dim in her eyes, washed over with spectral images of high sun over open sea, and moonless twilight over possessed earth, it is Hyrule. Her home. Her soul.
[All of the memories, the voices, the sounds remembered--they are Zelda, and she is Hyrule. She smiles at this.
[She leaves her prison, descends from the tower, and sit on Hyrule's throne. Her eyes are distant as memories come and go; they move over her like the sea. But the throne...it is more familiar and comforting than her cradle.]
[[OOC: Keeping this part short (look on my profile for longer answers). She is still TP!Zelda. The memories she has overlaps with her actual memories, and she has trouble distinguishing who is who. There'll be no full personality switch between characters (much), just a hard time remembering.]]
[[OOC EDIT 2: TAAAG MEEE YOU WAAANT TOOO DO IIIIIIT. /soulstare]]
[Consciousness is a deep fog of sounds and shadowy images. It is made of the faces she has seen, yesterday and tomorrow; the smell of battles won and lost; the ghost of tears on her cheeks or lips on her mouth.
["Brother! No!" " ...my hour of need..." "I've been waiting for you..." "...you are a true hero!" "Our princess is in ano--" "Life? Or death?!" "I am trapped..." "I shall always remember..." "...what you've managed to do?" "--ll, excuse" "--ATES! The terror of the se--" "--a seagull." "I pass it to you." "You are Princess Zelda."
"It is I, Princess of Hyrule, Zelda."
"I am Zelda."
[Dozens of lives. Marriages to dozens men. Children and Heroes. So many existences; some warring with each other, and some seperate. Dozens of fathers and husbands, faces and voices. But they share a name: Zelda.
[Her body feels fluid and her mind feels like a gale. She sits forward from her bed, staring down at her hands. They are smooth, the fingers are long. She is a young woman. Still, Zelda feels light. Touching her forehead, she realizes she wears no ornaments, no jewelry. Her dress is a white, undetailed frock. She feels naked.
[She stands, and walks silently to the window in white silk slippers. The land is spread out before her. It has shifted and changed over hundreds of years in her mind. It is familiar. It is alien. Who is she to this place?
[But, see--there! The movement of a windmill attracts her. It is Kakariko Village. The glimmer of light over the hills must be Lake Hylia. The dense green mass is the Lost Woods, and there is the high mountain named Death. Weaving them together, the heart of the country--Hyrule Field.
[Hundreds of years crunch into just one. The voices of the past and future exhaust into whispers as she looks at this land. Though the setting sun's oranges and reds are dim in her eyes, washed over with spectral images of high sun over open sea, and moonless twilight over possessed earth, it is Hyrule. Her home. Her soul.
[All of the memories, the voices, the sounds remembered--they are Zelda, and she is Hyrule. She smiles at this.
[She leaves her prison, descends from the tower, and sit on Hyrule's throne. Her eyes are distant as memories come and go; they move over her like the sea. But the throne...it is more familiar and comforting than her cradle.]
[[OOC: Keeping this part short (look on my profile for longer answers). She is still TP!Zelda. The memories she has overlaps with her actual memories, and she has trouble distinguishing who is who. There'll be no full personality switch between characters (much), just a hard time remembering.]]
[[OOC EDIT 2: TAAAG MEEE YOU WAAANT TOOO DO IIIIIIT. /soulstare]]