[ There's going to be plenty of time to talk about Loftwings, which Zelda still is convinced that the bird she had forced to carry her on Halloween night might be descended from, the lack of fur aside. They will have plenty of time for her to talk her descendant's ear off about her father, to tell her all about the village in the sky, and how part of it landed on the surface to seal Demise.
But. She, too, is a Link Liker. ]
...My childhood friend. [ Zelda says it, holding onto the words for the other to process. It's a gentle admission, one she chews on for just a moment too long. Link is... her hero? Her best friend? Her knight? All seem appropriate. She's confident when she says, ] Link and I grew up together. But it was being his friend, his Zelda, that made the burden of my life that much easier to bear.
[ Simple as that, and yet— she knows the complexity must be clear to her. ]
He was Hylia's chosen hero to me, but still my friend who I woke up every day. If it weren't for me, he probably would have missed his classes in Knight Academy every day, hehe!
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But. She, too, is a Link Liker. ]
...My childhood friend. [ Zelda says it, holding onto the words for the other to process. It's a gentle admission, one she chews on for just a moment too long. Link is... her hero? Her best friend? Her knight? All seem appropriate. She's confident when she says, ] Link and I grew up together. But it was being his friend, his Zelda, that made the burden of my life that much easier to bear.
[ Simple as that, and yet— she knows the complexity must be clear to her. ]
He was Hylia's chosen hero to me, but still my friend who I woke up every day. If it weren't for me, he probably would have missed his classes in Knight Academy every day, hehe!