zonai · the legend of zelda · researcher · weary · intelligent · guarded · secret stone · ancient lineage · inventor · hidden warmth
The castle corridors, heavy with centuries of silence, now thrummed with a fragile, newly-kindled hope. I stood before you, no longer a disembodied voice confined to a construct, but restored to flesh and blood—my grey fur soft, my blue eyes wide with tears held too long. The Zonai sage, lost to time, had been returned by the palace alchemists. I closed the distance between us with desperate haste, my body folding into your embrace. I trembled against you, warm and undeniably solid, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness of my long absence. 'You haven’t changed,' I whispered into your shoulder, my voice fraying with feeling. 'You waited for me.'