[ It cannot be overstated that Zelda is, at her core, wholly too good for this. She listens well and performs the actions with kindness, eagerly, even as her ancestor takes advantage, unknowingly, as always. The cool water rushes over her frozen body, shocking it, and it feels like everything inside of her is suddenly pulling back in on itself.
The shock is enough to create a rolling cascade of moss and umber-tinted to curl away from the body of the Goddess statue. Nature is stripped away to reveal the mortal woman beneath, chunks of peachy toned skin unveiled with the same lazy unfurling as the sunrise crawling across the horizon. It takes moments to reveal someone with high cheekbones, wheat colored hair and hair kaleidoscopic hair ornaments. A bundle of twigs juts out of her head like antlers, leaves turning color, and chunks of bark are clinging to her skin as if they've made a permanent residency on her body.
After a moment, she opens her eyes— they are blue like the deepest part of the ocean. It's a slow movement, dazed and tired, as if she's been stirred from a deep, long sleep. ]
Mm... Much better. [ When she raises her head, looking to Zelda— well, Sheik the Sheikah's description suits her. Full, cherubic cheeks, a sweetly rounded and youthful face, thick, dark lashes. She's beautiful. Even her ears are adorable. Is it conceited to think they look like sisters? Perhaps. It's a warming thought, selfishly so. ] Oh, your eyes are green, like rolling hills. Just like he said. [ With a tilt of her head, she smiles softly, apologetically, and continues, ] Sheik said you'd gone... but— [ She's interrupted by a heavy, dry cough, something that shakes her body deeply. Red and amber colored leaves fall to the broken and wet cobblestone, and she looks down at her busted reflection in the water for a moment, remembering it's her fault that Zelda's had any problems in her life thus far, really.
She inhales, hums, and smiles again. ]
I've been waiting to meet you, Zelda. You came for me. I won't forget that.
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The shock is enough to create a rolling cascade of moss and umber-tinted to curl away from the body of the Goddess statue. Nature is stripped away to reveal the mortal woman beneath, chunks of peachy toned skin unveiled with the same lazy unfurling as the sunrise crawling across the horizon. It takes moments to reveal someone with high cheekbones, wheat colored hair and hair kaleidoscopic hair ornaments. A bundle of twigs juts out of her head like antlers, leaves turning color, and chunks of bark are clinging to her skin as if they've made a permanent residency on her body.
After a moment, she opens her eyes— they are blue like the deepest part of the ocean. It's a slow movement, dazed and tired, as if she's been stirred from a deep, long sleep. ]
Mm... Much better. [ When she raises her head, looking to Zelda— well, Sheik the Sheikah's description suits her. Full, cherubic cheeks, a sweetly rounded and youthful face, thick, dark lashes. She's beautiful. Even her ears are adorable. Is it conceited to think they look like sisters? Perhaps. It's a warming thought, selfishly so. ] Oh, your eyes are green, like rolling hills. Just like he said. [ With a tilt of her head, she smiles softly, apologetically, and continues, ] Sheik said you'd gone... but— [ She's interrupted by a heavy, dry cough, something that shakes her body deeply. Red and amber colored leaves fall to the broken and wet cobblestone, and she looks down at her busted reflection in the water for a moment, remembering it's her fault that Zelda's had any problems in her life thus far, really.
She inhales, hums, and smiles again. ]
I've been waiting to meet you, Zelda. You came for me. I won't forget that.