[ Zelda nods in answer to Sheik as he helps her sit down on a bench near the edge of the Plaza. Yes, she'll be fine waiting; he's given her plenty to think about while he's gone.
Only a few weeks... No wonder Sheik doesn't look any different from how Zelda remembers him. How is it possible for more than sixty years to pass in Hyrule, but mere weeks to pass in Songerein? It's a question she already knows the answer to, one she was readily accustomed to during her previous tenure here. Time in the dream world flows much slower than anywhere else, to the point of seeming to be at complete stand still. She dreamed that she was here for nearly two years—well, she was here for nearly two years. Then she "woke" to the seal as if no time had passed at all.
But knowing of this phenomenon and fully understanding it are two different things. It's hard to comprehend what this meeting must feel like for Sheik. For Zelda, it feels as though a lifetime has passed, maybe even two lifetimes. She feels like she's changed so much from the girl she used to be, the girl who struggled with her powers and shouldered calamity for one hundred years. How jarring that must be for Sheik...
And it's so strange seeing him again—seeing this entire world again—after so long. Just looking around at the Plaza stirs a deep sense of nostalgia, like one might feel when visiting one's childhood home. She used to love this place, didn't she? It was an escape from the hardship she endured—an adolescence of struggle and failure, of a looming threat, of shouldering everyone's hopes and then crumbling under the weight.
When Sheik returns from his gofer run, he'll find Zelda still seated on the bench where he left her, looking out over the Plaza while absorbed in her thoughts. The stump that is the Master Sword rests across her lap, her hands folded overtop of it. Once Sheik comes into her field of view, Zelda break from her musings and turn to him, greeting him with a gentle but tired smile. ]
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Only a few weeks... No wonder Sheik doesn't look any different from how Zelda remembers him. How is it possible for more than sixty years to pass in Hyrule, but mere weeks to pass in Songerein? It's a question she already knows the answer to, one she was readily accustomed to during her previous tenure here. Time in the dream world flows much slower than anywhere else, to the point of seeming to be at complete stand still. She dreamed that she was here for nearly two years—well, she was here for nearly two years. Then she "woke" to the seal as if no time had passed at all.
But knowing of this phenomenon and fully understanding it are two different things. It's hard to comprehend what this meeting must feel like for Sheik. For Zelda, it feels as though a lifetime has passed, maybe even two lifetimes. She feels like she's changed so much from the girl she used to be, the girl who struggled with her powers and shouldered calamity for one hundred years. How jarring that must be for Sheik...
And it's so strange seeing him again—seeing this entire world again—after so long. Just looking around at the Plaza stirs a deep sense of nostalgia, like one might feel when visiting one's childhood home. She used to love this place, didn't she? It was an escape from the hardship she endured—an adolescence of struggle and failure, of a looming threat, of shouldering everyone's hopes and then crumbling under the weight.
When Sheik returns from his gofer run, he'll find Zelda still seated on the bench where he left her, looking out over the Plaza while absorbed in her thoughts. The stump that is the Master Sword rests across her lap, her hands folded overtop of it. Once Sheik comes into her field of view, Zelda break from her musings and turn to him, greeting him with a gentle but tired smile. ]