[ A new resident has taken to trying to complete quests in the midst of a storm. The leaf storm, completely new to Zelda, brings with it a lot of frustration. She tries, initially, to simply climb by way of a ladder she pilfers from some business or other. This act of selfishness is done with the intention to return it, though! Promise!

You're likely to spot Zelda balancing her newly (illegally) acquired ladder against the trunk of a tree or a building, then climbing it with vigor. The ladder stays in place, shockingly, for several moments, as she considers her next move, reaching up fruitlessly towards the clouds...

Only then does a powerful gust strike, knocking the ladder down— and Zelda topples to the ground with it.

...Dodge? ]

[ It goes like this: Zelda is riding on the back of a honeycomb bear, hand out for easy balancing, and she sits with her dress mottled honey yellow. The smears of honey stick out sorely, marring the goddess robes she is enrobed with, but—

Well, a woman of religious importance appears to be riding into town with this bear, it's claws dirty from garden-digging, and a bag of honeycomb slung over her shoulder. As people approach, she doles out chunks of it, gifting it to people with a gentle smile.

What'd she do to the bear? She made friends with it. ]

It's freshly harvested. Isn't it, my friend? [ With a unburdened giggle, she pats the bear's neck, and it's snuffles loudly in response, shimmying to and fro as it begins to walk away after giving you your share of it's honey. ]

[ The illness strikes Zelda. She fights it for a time, but near the end of the strain, she turns. It happens in the same way a stone sinks to the very bottom of the ocean: Quickly, and all encompassing. Within a short amount of time, she is wrapped up tight in the bark of a tree, as if sealed within an envelope.

—So.

In a part of town that feels a little run down, and forgotton, there is a statue(?). Her face is impenetrable, unreadable, worn away by all the years. It is impossible to tell if she is tiny, or kneeling, her body made up of one big trunk, and her hands are clasped in prayer. There are wings on her back, frozen in time. She is a bird with clipped wings, cursed to the ground forevermore.

Perhaps you stop and stare. Maybe you inspect her, finding her to be more like tree bark than stone. Maybe you pray, placing an offering upon her clasped hands. How you interact with this anomaly is up to you.

But then, the statue blinks. In fact, she's not a statue at all. She's a tree— frozen, unable to move, burdened with prayer upon prayer, moss growing over her body. ]

[ none of these tickle your fancy? bring your own prompt! hit me up on plotting or hit me up on plurk @ hagclub and we'll plot something out. thank you for your time!! ]