[ It's easy for Nahida to be drawn to the revelry of the people in this dream world. Here, she was not the Archon of the nation—not someone whose mere presence is like a wet blanket placed over a rousing flame of excitement. Here, she was no more than a little girl, no one to pay special attention to. Someone who could blend in with the crowd and watch everyone run around in joy. The chatter of people showing off their costumes, short startled shrieks giving away to laughter or indignant, but gentle anger. Others, browsing the selection of foods and goods, or heading off to the establishments she'd seen in the distance—perhaps other attractions that she had to visit later. Her wide, green eyes drank in all the sights greedily as she walked through the carnival, happy to observe and not participate, for that was what she was used to doing. Observing only, never participating.
Her feet eventually take her to the source of the music, where she quickly finds a place to settle and closes her eyes to listen. Music, to her, was one of the greatest delights of the world. Though the Akademiya had scorned the arts, thinking it to be useless, Nahida felt the opposite. It was the culmination of human ingenuity—the end to which all knowledge flowed. Though the expression of oneself had no practical benefit, to her, it was what it meant to thrive as a human.
And so, she stayed by the band for a long time, listening to their delightful music. Her eyes opened curiously as the band stopped, but a lone harp continued, accompanied by a soft, sweet voice. She watched and listened as the blonde-haired woman played her harp, wondering what meaning the song held in the world she originated from.
Once the song concluded, she joins the crowd in enthusiastically applauding Zelda's performance, before settling in anticipation for the next song. It wouldn't be hard to pick the tiny girl out from the crowd, for she sat a distance away from the crowd—isolated and alone, despite her young appearance. Where were her parents, or a chaperone or guardian? ]
Costume Party
Her feet eventually take her to the source of the music, where she quickly finds a place to settle and closes her eyes to listen. Music, to her, was one of the greatest delights of the world. Though the Akademiya had scorned the arts, thinking it to be useless, Nahida felt the opposite. It was the culmination of human ingenuity—the end to which all knowledge flowed. Though the expression of oneself had no practical benefit, to her, it was what it meant to thrive as a human.
And so, she stayed by the band for a long time, listening to their delightful music. Her eyes opened curiously as the band stopped, but a lone harp continued, accompanied by a soft, sweet voice. She watched and listened as the blonde-haired woman played her harp, wondering what meaning the song held in the world she originated from.
Once the song concluded, she joins the crowd in enthusiastically applauding Zelda's performance, before settling in anticipation for the next song. It wouldn't be hard to pick the tiny girl out from the crowd, for she sat a distance away from the crowd—isolated and alone, despite her young appearance. Where were her parents, or a chaperone or guardian? ]