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[truequest]

The soft, plucked sound of a song on a harp can be heard coming from behind the door. A last note is struck and it rings, the sound hanging in the air.

The door opens and a hooded figure slowly walks through.

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[allican_do]

There is a girl nearby, just a seat down, who looks very similar to the Inuit people-- assuming said people exist in Zelda's home. She has hair-loopies, a blue leather parka, and a long braid-- though Zelda's is more impressive.

She also has hot tea and some sesame cakes. And from the friendly smile she's giving the young, blonde woman, is entirely willing to share.

[truequest]

A pair of large grey eyes regard the girl, silently deciding. Zelda slips off of her seat silently and moves closer to the girl, perching in the next seat.

She smiles faintly. "Hello," she says with a delicate accent.

[allican_do]

Katara's smile only gets friendlier to have someone just walk up and sit beside her. Turning a little, more receptive to conversation, she folds her hands in her lap. "Hi!" she says (with an American accent that simply cannot be explained here).

"Are you new? I haven't seen you here before. I'm Katara."

[truequest]

The princess dips her head in respect.

"Yes, I suppose I am. It is lovely to meet you Miss Katara. I am Zelda." she speaks evenly, smiling.

"I...I am not sure how I got here, exactly. I was trying for something a bit more cheerful. So I suppose this is appropriate," her eyes survey the room.

[captainryan]

Ryan's been sketching with pencil long enough that the tip has worn down to a dull nub. He walks up to Bar, near enough to glance at the stranger. Hmm. New scent. That's...not quite human. Her ears reinforce this.

Eh, Milliway's.

"Bar, could you sharpen this please?" he asks the wood, placing the pencil on her surface. The writing utensil disappears for a second before popping back into existence ready to be used again.

[truequest]

The woman's eyes flick to regard the man. Then she watches the pencil disappear and reappear. She raises her eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh!" she exclaims softly.

[captainryan]

Ryan arches an eyebrow at her. "She can produce anything, provided it isn't living or dangerous," he says idly, sounding unimpressed by the woman's reaction. "You must be fairly new not to know that."

[truequest]

"She?" the woman asks, her eyes watching the smooth wood curiously. "I did not believe that objects could be alive, or gendered in any case. However, clearly I am in error." she speaks smoothly, with a slight Arab accent to her words.

"I am Zelda, sir. And who, if I may ask, are you?" her large grey eyes focus on his intently.