[She is perplexed. Confused naturally, by many things. It is said that those with the inability to understand fear what they do not hold a grasp upon. Perhaps there is a part of her where fear is present. The idea of being somewhere that is remotely familiar and yet at the same time, is completely foreign to her... That is a frightening thought ( Read more... )

[A lazy day with nothing to do, and Sheik has found himself back to Kakariko like a moth drawn to a flame. He's cross-legged in the grass on the hill that the windmill stands on, leaning against one of the great stone sides in the shade with flute in hand - occasionally playing a melody, mostly just holding on to its comforting weight ( Read more... )

[Zelda has decided that any Hyrule is better than not being in Hyrule in the least.

Previously, her ability to wrap her mind around this concept was not something that worked well, and neither was her skill to come with a confrontation from what she used to be, who she used to be, how she used to be. With age comes wisdom. She questions this at ( Read more... )

It was not a part of her plan. There were pathways she had wanted to take. There were things she had wanted to see with her own eyes, even if... in a manner of speaking, they weren't the eyes of a princess. Sometimes, however, social status didn't seem to make a difference. In the end, an eye was an eye was an eye. It mattered not the clothes on ( Read more... )