[ One moment, she is listening to Hiyori's honey-sweet voice, pleasant on the ears like a warm, Spring breeze. She explains that she knows gods: A few, she specifies. A curiosity is overcoming Zelda now, face slackening with surprise as she's struck with the thought that this girl, completely unknown to her, is the one who knows, before all else, before her descendants and both reincarnations of the hero—
the next moment, Hiyori's asleep on the ground, slumbering away like she was invited to take a nap right there on the cobblestone.
That does not look comfortable, Zelda thinks firstly. ]
Wait— I believe you, you didn't have to show me!
[ Her second thought, illustrated by her attempts to grab Hiyori's spirit and press it back into her body, pink tail momentarily ignored, is get back in here right now.
The action, strangely, is less than familiar to her. This body doesn't know such things like dealing with souls, you see. ]
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the next moment, Hiyori's asleep on the ground, slumbering away like she was invited to take a nap right there on the cobblestone.
That does not look comfortable, Zelda thinks firstly. ]
Wait— I believe you, you didn't have to show me!
[ Her second thought, illustrated by her attempts to grab Hiyori's spirit and press it back into her body, pink tail momentarily ignored, is get back in here right now.
The action, strangely, is less than familiar to her. This body doesn't know such things like dealing with souls, you see. ]