[It's quiet, and peaceful, and Zelda isn't certain how exactly she got here, but for the moment she thinks there are worse places to be. Especially when she hears the cheerful chatter of children in a nearby clearing; she cannot help peeking around a tree of her own to watch them play, and even though she recognizes neither child nor the game they toy with, it feels... nostalgic, somehow.
She wonders. Would Link befriend the other version of herself? The one who would hopefully never have to flee her castle, toss aside her birthright and take up a new name? Would they have the chance to be children together, even for a moment, like these two boys?
... She'll never have the answers to those questions, she knows. But her mind swims with them anyway, to the point she might not even think to hide from the darting eye of their watchful guardian...]
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She wonders. Would Link befriend the other version of herself? The one who would hopefully never have to flee her castle, toss aside her birthright and take up a new name? Would they have the chance to be children together, even for a moment, like these two boys?
... She'll never have the answers to those questions, she knows. But her mind swims with them anyway, to the point she might not even think to hide from the darting eye of their watchful guardian...]