[Yeah, that's... definitely a level of reverence she's not accustomed to getting. Minako is loyal and dutiful in her own way to be sure, but in your average day to day, Zelda feels as though she's treated more as a friend than a superior. Archer knelt before her once, but that was definitely a special circumstance. The princess' hand even lifts a bit, as though to stop Ruler from bowing, but she stops halfway, curls that hand into a fist and drops it back to her side.
She resists the urge to chew on her lip. Ruler (and what the hell is a Ruler, anyway?) seems... unsure, and anxious, and despite the reservations Zelda always has when taking on a shinki, she feels the impulse to assuage those worries as best she can.]
... I am honored, Ruler, as anyone who might lay claim to the service of a woman of such grace would be. [The girl has only been before her in person for a moment, but, looking at her, that is the word that comes to mind regardless. Not graceful, necessarily, just... grace.] However, I understand there have been little in the way of explanations offered to you upon your awakening here, and I wish to rectify that before you commit yourself to serving me or any other god.
[It's really not fair for the Heavenly administration to just loose these newcomers to the world without telling them the whole story. Especially to the shinki, who might find themselves assigned to gods that simply can't offer the same loyalty in exchange. Gods like her.
Zelda steps over towards the statue in the center of the atrium and hums a few notes. A simple melody that has a surprising effect: save the one she is standing upon, the stone slabs that make up the floor around the statue retreat, revealing a spiral staircase that descends down underground. A few luminescent crystals along the walls serve as sconces to light the way.]
But I shall not make you shiver out here in the cold as I tell my stories - please, come inside.
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[Yeah, that's... definitely a level of reverence she's not accustomed to getting. Minako is loyal and dutiful in her own way to be sure, but in your average day to day, Zelda feels as though she's treated more as a friend than a superior. Archer knelt before her once, but that was definitely a special circumstance. The princess' hand even lifts a bit, as though to stop Ruler from bowing, but she stops halfway, curls that hand into a fist and drops it back to her side.
She resists the urge to chew on her lip. Ruler (and what the hell is a Ruler, anyway?) seems... unsure, and anxious, and despite the reservations Zelda always has when taking on a shinki, she feels the impulse to assuage those worries as best she can.]
... I am honored, Ruler, as anyone who might lay claim to the service of a woman of such grace would be. [The girl has only been before her in person for a moment, but, looking at her, that is the word that comes to mind regardless. Not graceful, necessarily, just... grace.] However, I understand there have been little in the way of explanations offered to you upon your awakening here, and I wish to rectify that before you commit yourself to serving me or any other god.
[It's really not fair for the Heavenly administration to just loose these newcomers to the world without telling them the whole story. Especially to the shinki, who might find themselves assigned to gods that simply can't offer the same loyalty in exchange. Gods like her.
Zelda steps over towards the statue in the center of the atrium and hums a few notes. A simple melody that has a surprising effect: save the one she is standing upon, the stone slabs that make up the floor around the statue retreat, revealing a spiral staircase that descends down underground. A few luminescent crystals along the walls serve as sconces to light the way.]
But I shall not make you shiver out here in the cold as I tell my stories - please, come inside.