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[Locked to ZELDA // Very difficult to hack]
[There is a soft melody in the background, a clear, bright sort of song meticulously played upon some sort of string instrument, a harp, or a lyre, it sounds like. The music continues for a few moments before the one playing speaks up.]
Your Grace, Zelda, would you permit a newcomer a meeting with you?
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[There is a soft melody in the background, a clear, bright sort of song meticulously played upon some sort of string instrument, a harp, or a lyre, it sounds like. The music continues for a few moments before the one playing speaks up.]
Your Grace, Zelda, would you permit a newcomer a meeting with you?
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[Man way to elipse more than the op, Link. He sounds like he's unsure, lost in thought.]
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Perhaps a little nostalgic for you too, hero?
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Thank you, my lord.
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Ah-aheh, nonono, I'm not a -
[heeee...]
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Of course, My Lord. Where shall we meet? [ She's got a few questions as to how this newcomer knows her, but she'll save those for when they meet. ]
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He is nervous - anxious, even. He has known Zelda before - but not this one. Even if they are from the same era, they will be different in little ways, Sheik knows. He's well versed in those subtle changes now, after all. How will she act? What has she been doing? And perhaps a small part of him is asking, will she like me?
He knows it will be her opening the door. He can feel it, feel her. Her power is quiet, but crystal clear.
The Sheikah greets her with his hand over his heart, head bowed.]
Your Grace, please permit me inside. I wish to speak with you in private.
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[ She nods respectfully in greeting to the fair haired, dark skinned stranger. Her eyes flash over him briefly, noting the nonverbal tells of his posture, his manner, and halting immediately on the that particular red symbol. Her breath catches in a hush, recognizing it immediately despite it being slightly obscured from view. ]
[ She stands to the side and allows the stranger entrance. ]
Yes, come in. I believe we have much to discuss.
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She even looks different. The hair is darker, notably. Is she younger? It's difficult to tell. But there is no mistaking Zelda: majesty is written into every line of her form, the prayer in her eyes.
Sheik drops to one knee before her without question, as he has done for her before, for her and for her ancestors and for the greatest enemy she knows. His head is lowered for a few long moments before he looks up at her through the fall of his hair.]
Your Grace, you know already what I am, if not who. I would serve you as I have served you at the end of the world. Please, allow me that honour.
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[ An enigmatic newcomer if his words are any sort of indication. He doesn't seem nearly as shaken as others who have found themselves here either, which gives her as much as pause as the music. She shakes her head after a moment, effectively snapping out of 'it', then speaks with a genial tone. ]
Ah, forgive my poor manners. My name is Valeria, and you are...?
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Sheik, my lady.
[How she hated the title previously. And horses, he recalled.]
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[ Valeria halts mid-word, wrinkling her nose even more so at the title. It sounded wrong when applied to her, like something someone might say more in jest than anything else, and yet... ]
Er, 'Valeria' is fine. Or Val, if you'd like, just... not that, okay?
[ This is one of those times she's rather happy she respects her instinctual inclination towards audio as opposed to video when it comes to communication devices. ]
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As you wish, Valeria.
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[HyrulesKakarikothedeserttheSheikah -]
World's End.
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