[ Though Zelda heads to the Plaza in search of answers, there are none to be found. Not for the questions she most wants to ask, that is. How is she back here so quickly? Why did she fail again? She had her plan clear in mind as she dropped into the well—swallow the stone the moment the princess reached Hyrule. Nevermind the other preparations that weren't quite complete; Mineru would handle the rest. The most important thing was that Zelda complete the transformation this time. Songerein wouldn't be able to capture a dragon the same way it kept capturing a princess.
But just like all the other times, Songerein—and her carefully crafted plan along with it—was forgotten the moment Zelda awoke in Hyrule. She immediately set to work alongside Mineru, trying to keep her mind from wandering to the sacrifice she would soon need to make. And when Zelda could stay awake no longer, she laid down to sleep... and found herself right back in the dream world.
The biggest question—the one that no one could possibly answer, even if she voiced it—weighs on her mind: what now? Aimless wandering brings her to the edge of the fountain and Zelda stares down into it, as though she might find the answer in her reflection. A sad sight stares back—a tiny wisp of a woman, shivering in an unseasonable dress, wearing a broken blade slung over her slender shoulders. The Princess of Hyrule, ever incapable of fulfilling the destiny only she can fulfil. Scowling, she roughly turns away from the fountain.
A whiff of wind kicks up and tickles her nose, causing Zelda to sneeze forcefully. 'What now?' needs to scale back considerably; for the moment, she needs to find somewhere to get warm. She glances around, collecting her bearings amidst the crowd. The Wild Harvest is not too far away; she'll be able to warm up there and take some time to plan her next move.
Zelda heads off towards the Harvest, head ducked down and arms wrapped tightly around her bare shoulders. ]
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But just like all the other times, Songerein—and her carefully crafted plan along with it—was forgotten the moment Zelda awoke in Hyrule. She immediately set to work alongside Mineru, trying to keep her mind from wandering to the sacrifice she would soon need to make. And when Zelda could stay awake no longer, she laid down to sleep... and found herself right back in the dream world.
The biggest question—the one that no one could possibly answer, even if she voiced it—weighs on her mind: what now? Aimless wandering brings her to the edge of the fountain and Zelda stares down into it, as though she might find the answer in her reflection. A sad sight stares back—a tiny wisp of a woman, shivering in an unseasonable dress, wearing a broken blade slung over her slender shoulders. The Princess of Hyrule, ever incapable of fulfilling the destiny only she can fulfil. Scowling, she roughly turns away from the fountain.
A whiff of wind kicks up and tickles her nose, causing Zelda to sneeze forcefully. 'What now?' needs to scale back considerably; for the moment, she needs to find somewhere to get warm. She glances around, collecting her bearings amidst the crowd. The Wild Harvest is not too far away; she'll be able to warm up there and take some time to plan her next move.
Zelda heads off towards the Harvest, head ducked down and arms wrapped tightly around her bare shoulders. ]