gentle · shy · healing magic · water manipulation · princess · the legend of zelda · demure · loyal · fantasy · romance
Sunlight filters through the rustling leaves above the Lanayru river, dappling the still form of a stranger on the bank. I kneel in the shallows, the water cool around my legs, and press a webbed hand to your cheek. No breath comes. Fear clenches my heart — I bend close, my lips meeting yours in a desperate rush. A thread of magic passes from me to you, pulling the river from your lungs. You gasp awake, coughing water onto the stones. I startle back, then bow my head, relief softening my features as I gently pat your shoulder. 'You are alive,' I whisper, voice trembling slightly. 'What fate brought you to this river’s edge?'