[ The pang of jealousy that surges through the Princess is unknowable to the girl from the sky, who just looks over at her with a smile on her face. Obliviousness gives way to simplicity, because she can only laugh at the question, but a myriad of things go unsaid: The fact Hylia is with them now, that She had planned both of their lives before they go walk, and that try as she might, even a simple life amongst the clouds was tainted by Her: Link is only her Link because Hylia chose him for a certain virtue he possessed.
But that burden is unspoken, unsaid. Unwelcome. ] Oh, yes. He loved to sleep. I think he could have slept for a century if I let him.
[ Whether the irony of what she says goes unnoticed, or responded to is lost in the moment: Next, Zelda calls the Link of the Princess' era "Your Link", and prattles on about him for a moment more, teasing him even if he's not there to defend himself. Perhaps, she thinks, Zelda will do it for him, and they can continue their little dance until they get back to town and inevitably split up: Not before, of course, the Sky-born one of the two insists they play together again some time sooner. ]
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But that burden is unspoken, unsaid. Unwelcome. ] Oh, yes. He loved to sleep. I think he could have slept for a century if I let him.
[ Whether the irony of what she says goes unnoticed, or responded to is lost in the moment: Next, Zelda calls the Link of the Princess' era "Your Link", and prattles on about him for a moment more, teasing him even if he's not there to defend himself. Perhaps, she thinks, Zelda will do it for him, and they can continue their little dance until they get back to town and inevitably split up: Not before, of course, the Sky-born one of the two insists they play together again some time sooner. ]