[ As the other Zelda speaks, the princess makes mental notes of all the little details and tucks them away in her mind. The end of a journey. Her father's daughter. Friends. Classmates. Teachers. A Loftwing (a what?) and— ]
Link.
[ The name comes out before she even thinks it, the rest of her counterpart's words going unheard. Link. She knew a Link.
It's not something that deserves such a reaction, really. Just as there have been almost as many Zeldas as there have been generations of the royal family (and probably multitudes more of common descent), there have been as many Links—heroes immortalized by legends and unassuming boys growing into unassuming men living unassuming lives. Common Hylian names. Common Hyrulean names.
And yet it catches the princess by the heart. Another Zelda, who knows another Link. But more than that— she is his Zelda. Not just the Zelda of his era. His. The thought makes the princess's heart skip a beat, and she places her free hand over her sternum as if to calm it. What must that be like, being his Zelda? The princess... would like to know what that feels like.
She nods in answer to her counterpart's question. Yes, that is enough. Being his Zelda would be enough. ]
Link is...? [ Zelda lets the question trail off in hopes that the other Zelda will supply the appropriate term. A friend? A schoolmate? ...A lover? ]
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Link.
[ The name comes out before she even thinks it, the rest of her counterpart's words going unheard. Link. She knew a Link.
It's not something that deserves such a reaction, really. Just as there have been almost as many Zeldas as there have been generations of the royal family (and probably multitudes more of common descent), there have been as many Links—heroes immortalized by legends and unassuming boys growing into unassuming men living unassuming lives. Common Hylian names. Common Hyrulean names.
And yet it catches the princess by the heart. Another Zelda, who knows another Link. But more than that— she is his Zelda. Not just the Zelda of his era. His. The thought makes the princess's heart skip a beat, and she places her free hand over her sternum as if to calm it. What must that be like, being his Zelda? The princess... would like to know what that feels like.
She nods in answer to her counterpart's question. Yes, that is enough. Being his Zelda would be enough. ]
Link is...? [ Zelda lets the question trail off in hopes that the other Zelda will supply the appropriate term. A friend? A schoolmate? ...A lover? ]