[ the wood feels like wood, though it hums with something more, like a promise from the heavens, or maybe just a young woman's frustration. who is to say? and what would be the difference, in truth, when you share a little rickety boat in a carnival attraction with the root of all the legends?

her response is quick, easier to give up than she had imagined it would be. ] Dreamotion. We can all do something with it. I remember weapons easy, so I give to you this one.

[ ...because it's partially a lie; he holds in his hands something blessed with the goddess' favor, after all. but it is still just a bow within a dream. all of zelda's daughters had to have gotten their spirit and curiosity from her, however, so now, she wants to test a hypothesis. ]

Now, it's your turn. [ zelda inclines her head once— and starts the tutorial. sorry, xenk. press A on your wiimote to use your dreamotion. ] Try to focus on your arrow. Something non-lethal. Did you know the shotguns only shoot paint?

[ she assumes he does. after all, the zombies are probably actors... maybe? she wonders, sometimes. ]