[ Zelda watches the scene for a long moment, wherein the scarecrow does not move, somehow conveying an uncertainty. Enemies? Perhaps a little too strong. Certainly, they're not allies. After a long, thoughtful pause, it taps once, and no more. See? It's no different from a Luigioujia board.
Zelda tips her head toward Eustace, the wind picking up and the sun shining the limn her in orange-tinted lemon hues. ]
There must be something else...
[ Her gaze shifts, roving to the scarecrow again— ]
no subject
Luigioujia board.Zelda tips her head toward Eustace, the wind picking up and the sun shining the limn her in orange-tinted lemon hues. ]
There must be something else...
[ Her gaze shifts, roving to the scarecrow again— ]
Us, specifically?
[ Tap, tap. Hm. ]