[A bit further down the mountain, Sheik has taken refuge from the cold by hovering near the hot spring. He hasn't touched the water; rather, he sits at its edge, back to a large rock, mask lowered and disgusting scar exposed. No music fills the air, his beaten (and partially burned) harp laying unused at his side.]
[While the princess felt she was facing a crossroads, the Sheikah felt like an impassable wall stood before him.]
(ooc: Nayru-sama! ;_; I haven't tagged her in forever. Fffff I still remember the last post I never got back to, I'm so sorry. I can't recall if this Sheik knows about her transformation spell or not. Or you can imply Zelda's been keeping him on a leash they've been keeping in touch. Idk, up to you!)
[Even with the beginnings of the descending fog veiling the mountaintop, she was quick to pick up the slight uneven movements of another living thing nearby.]
[And what would normally display in others as an outcry of shock, shouts of anger or tears of joy registers with her as a soft furrowing of the eyebrows. Her mouth is of course, covered, but her lips purse ever so slightly as well.]
[Alive. The Sheikah- and it was unmistakably the man she had first met in the Temple of Time, as his facial scarring was rather unforgettable- was alive. The notion left her feeling curiously blank.]
[The distance between them isn't so far that she has to move to address him. Her short hair dusts against her cheek as she turns her head to face Sheik.]
This is a poor choice of refuge.
[ooc: She thinks that he succumbed to his illness, actually. Mostly because I, too, have completely forgotten the outcome(s) of the last few threads that they had together ages ago. Fail, fail, fail. Hooray for new beginnings? *o*;; Although on a serious note, I
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[Sheik doesn't face the one addressing him, unsure of who was there. His fingers on one hand twitch ever so slightly; he wants to put the mask back on.]
Is it? The mountain is quiet today. Not a single monster has crossed my path.
[But the memories still weigh him down, no matter where he goes.]
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[While the princess felt she was facing a crossroads, the Sheikah felt like an impassable wall stood before him.]
(ooc: Nayru-sama! ;_; I haven't tagged her in forever. Fffff I still remember the last post I never got back to, I'm so sorry. I can't recall if this Sheik knows about her transformation spell or not. Or you can imply Zelda's been keeping him on a leash they've been keeping in touch. Idk, up to you!)
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[And what would normally display in others as an outcry of shock, shouts of anger or tears of joy registers with her as a soft furrowing of the eyebrows. Her mouth is of course, covered, but her lips purse ever so slightly as well.]
[Alive. The Sheikah- and it was unmistakably the man she had first met in the Temple of Time, as his facial scarring was rather unforgettable- was alive. The notion left her feeling curiously blank.]
[The distance between them isn't so far that she has to move to address him. Her short hair dusts against her cheek as she turns her head to face Sheik.]
This is a poor choice of refuge.
[ooc: She thinks that he succumbed to his illness, actually. Mostly because I, too, have completely forgotten the outcome(s) of the last few threads that they had together ages ago. Fail, fail, fail. Hooray for new beginnings? *o*;; Although on a serious note, I ( ... )
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Is it? The mountain is quiet today. Not a single monster has crossed my path.
[But the memories still weigh him down, no matter where he goes.]
(ooc: Oh snap. XD Well, this works for me.)
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Rumors in town told that months ago a scarred shadow dweller died of an incurable illness. He bled from the eyes, he bled to death.
[Straight to the point, as always.]
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[So the Sheikah is a girl! Knew it!]
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[Extremely alert now, she's expecting ambush. Zelda palms a throwing needle.]
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[She won't waste the breath to ask it, but her inquiry is apparent: What do you want?]
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