Even princesses get sick days.

[xnoswordx]

[The second-smallest Princess in Hyrule is not doing very well today. She's sitting as close to her fire as she can, wrapped in a blanket. Zelda has a cold, as she sometimes does when the seasons change, and anyone walking past her door will undoubtedly hear a tiny, delicate, high-pitched ACHOO! periodically.]

Ugh. Dis is udcomberble.

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[turntoshadow]

*There is more the room than dancing flames and shadows. In fact, some of the shadows are quite still, almost like a debate if they wanted to dance, leave it's brothers along the walls, or simply sit still.

Eventually, a decision is made, a form materializing from the shadows in the corner farthest from the fire.*

You are a hard one to find, Princess Zelda.

[xnoswordx]

[Zelda gives a delicate cough into her handkerchief, then eyes the newcomer blearily -- and warily. "Her" Shadow doesn't usually bother with titles, which means this isn't him. She attempts to sound as dignified as possible, under the circumstances.]

May I helb you?

[turntoshadow]

I suppose you can. I heard a rather interesting story and it seems you're the only one who can give me the details I want.

*Leans against the wall, arms crossed, and staring very intently at the princess.*

I hear there's some world where I became ya'll's ally.

[xnoswordx]

Yes. Id by world, Shadow is our fred.

[She pauses to sneeze.]

Excuse be, I have a code. We're all here, from by world. You'll probably beet by Shadow at some point.