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lucubrates[ Summer evenings in the village are sweltering. Humidity clings to the air, leaving a wet, sweaty sheen on her skin. The only relief they are gifted by the grace of Hateno Bay, which situates itself past the cliff that overlooks Hateno Village as faithfully as the sun. A breeze, just slightly salty with the sea, performs a ghostlike susurration through the Summer night. The days are devoid of this wonder, entirely calescent, but the evenings are blessed.
When she first descended on Hateno Village, Zelda was struck not by its humble farming community, or that it boasted itself as home to one of the castle knights. She was not even struck by how fertile and good its soil was, though it did cultivate unnaturally delicious vegetables. It was, in all truthiness, the jagged yet impossibly gentle slopes of its horizon that captured her eye. It was the winding and neglected cobblestone pathways, and how they chipped in all the most peculiar places. It was how the forest that hid its front entrance was lusciously green, greener than any moss or algae or flower she had ever seen. The sky overhead stretched for miles and miles, uninterrupted. There were no grand structures to break apart the skyline and split the blue expanse with sharp, severe architecture. It was open, it was wild, and it was free. She had marched into Hateno Village, dressed in plain and diffident clothing, her eyes wonder-bright at the sheer possibility that the village held. It seemed to be boundless.
For that reason alone, it is wholly unsurprising that her stay has a time limit on it, and a number of rules attached. No one is to know who she is, if she wishes to stay until the Equinox. Then, she will be picked up and taken back to the castle— in comparison to the warm summer night she’s having now, it’s gut-wrenching to picture tea on the terrace, overlooking Castletown and the Sacred Grounds. Zelda harbors nothing but love for her people, and yet, what calls out to her is to be among them.
Her pencil stops. She had been sketching a bird in a tree, taking notes of what it had stuffed its nest with, but the breeze was tickling her skin, wetly glistening with sweat, and it smelled of ocean and firewood and home cooked meals, and the next thing Zelda knew, her hands were empty, and the air was full with pages from her study journal.
They float down to the ground, scattering pathetically across the village, and she feels awfully stupid for no more than a moment before sighing and moving to descend the ladder again. Urbosa’s voice reverberates in her skull (“No use feeling sorry for yourself now. What’s done is done.”), as she takes one step, then the second, and… the silver brick siding of her summer home is a little further than she’s used to, somehow. There’s a scraping noise, an unlucky kind of sound, so she looks down, only to discover she’s going backwards, threatening to fall. Throating tightening, she has to push the words desperately past her lips; the warning, she hopes, will be heeded. Better to fall on her bum and be in pain with a bruise or six than fall on someone else and condemn them to the same fate. ]
Watch out! [ She chokes again, then louder: ] I—I’m falling!
When she first descended on Hateno Village, Zelda was struck not by its humble farming community, or that it boasted itself as home to one of the castle knights. She was not even struck by how fertile and good its soil was, though it did cultivate unnaturally delicious vegetables. It was, in all truthiness, the jagged yet impossibly gentle slopes of its horizon that captured her eye. It was the winding and neglected cobblestone pathways, and how they chipped in all the most peculiar places. It was how the forest that hid its front entrance was lusciously green, greener than any moss or algae or flower she had ever seen. The sky overhead stretched for miles and miles, uninterrupted. There were no grand structures to break apart the skyline and split the blue expanse with sharp, severe architecture. It was open, it was wild, and it was free. She had marched into Hateno Village, dressed in plain and diffident clothing, her eyes wonder-bright at the sheer possibility that the village held. It seemed to be boundless.
For that reason alone, it is wholly unsurprising that her stay has a time limit on it, and a number of rules attached. No one is to know who she is, if she wishes to stay until the Equinox. Then, she will be picked up and taken back to the castle— in comparison to the warm summer night she’s having now, it’s gut-wrenching to picture tea on the terrace, overlooking Castletown and the Sacred Grounds. Zelda harbors nothing but love for her people, and yet, what calls out to her is to be among them.
Her pencil stops. She had been sketching a bird in a tree, taking notes of what it had stuffed its nest with, but the breeze was tickling her skin, wetly glistening with sweat, and it smelled of ocean and firewood and home cooked meals, and the next thing Zelda knew, her hands were empty, and the air was full with pages from her study journal.
They float down to the ground, scattering pathetically across the village, and she feels awfully stupid for no more than a moment before sighing and moving to descend the ladder again. Urbosa’s voice reverberates in her skull (“No use feeling sorry for yourself now. What’s done is done.”), as she takes one step, then the second, and… the silver brick siding of her summer home is a little further than she’s used to, somehow. There’s a scraping noise, an unlucky kind of sound, so she looks down, only to discover she’s going backwards, threatening to fall. Throating tightening, she has to push the words desperately past her lips; the warning, she hopes, will be heeded. Better to fall on her bum and be in pain with a bruise or six than fall on someone else and condemn them to the same fate. ]
Watch out! [ She chokes again, then louder: ] I—I’m falling!
