073.

[sorighteously]

Already, most of us know all too well what this fog heralds for us. Its tidings mean us ill.

New residents, please be careful. Do not go out alone during this time. When the fog comes, so too does the murderer. Any who would sooner wait it out here are welcome to.

[Private to Friends//Unhackable]I keep dreaming of Zant. It is... sudden. Too

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Voice;

[loadedace]

So. I remember you talking about justice. Does that include your citizens voting who lives and who dies?

Voice;

[sorighteously]

The pull of personal freedom can be a strong one for some.

You did not vote?

Voice;

[loadedace]

No. I didn't vote.

Voice;

[sorighteously]

I am glad that some of us have sterner hearts.

YOu will not be alone?

[gotgauntlet]

Zelda. Hey. Hey, you haven’t seen an Ahura Princess around lately, have you? You know... Dark hair, dark eyes, tanned skin, probably wearing a permanent or semi-permanent scowl? I’ve been looking for her for the past two days and I’m getting pretty tired and with the fog here...

Please tell me you’ve seen her.

(Posted after great deliberation)

[sorighteously]

My lord, that is not my place to comment upon.

[Locked]

Elika is here now.

[gotgauntlet]

Call me “lord” again and I reserve the right to conveniently forget to... come into possession of a suitable wedding gift, ma’am. But that's fine. I get it. I understand. You women always stick together. You're like a herd of wild desert horses. Very pretty to look at from a distance but you get anywhere near one and they all gang up to strangle you with your own scarf.

Which, might I add, is a very nice scarf. I hope you plan on dressing your future husband for the ceremony, because Ormazd knows he wouldn't recognize basic fashion if it happened to be a brightly colored cobra chewing on his hind end.

[Locked]

And by "here" I assume you mean... inside somewhere, safe? Good to know. At least that cuts the endless, pathetically desperate searching off at two days rather than three or four, or - knowing Elika - thirty. Me and my blister-ridden heels thank you, Zelda.

[sorighteously]

Very well then, sir, but do not lay your sulking at my feet. I am sure she has good reason to deny your presence.

[Locked]

She is safe, in my sanctuary.

I will neglect to tell her she may have a visitor.

[Locked to Zelda]

[lord_impa]

My lady, do not go anywhere unless you are with someone, I implore you. Allow me to weave my illusions all the more strongly around the wards.

Tell me more of your dreams.

[Locked]

[sorighteously]

I never do, Impa. Do not worry of that. Please do not tax yourself overmuch, but I thank you.

They are things that have happened before. Things that may yet happen. He was here, once, briefly.