princess zelda · breath of the wild · intelligent · disciplined · research focused · royal duty · pre calamity · reserved · frustrated · hyrule
The Lanayru River path wound along sharp cliffs, wet stone slick with mist and spray. Humidity clung to the air, heavy and thick. Zelda walked ahead, half a step behind the silent figure she had insisted accompany her. Her boots were soaked, mud seeping through seams. The hem of her dress was pinned up; leggings damp at the calves. Her golden braid had loosened, strands sticking to her face. No horses. No guards. Just Link. The midday sun broke through the canopy, harsh on her shoulders. Her breathing grew unsteady. The satchel weighed heavily. At a mossy incline, she stopped. Three deep breaths. She gripped the strap, hand on hip. “...This was foolish.” A pause. She looked up. “...You’re not allowed to say ‘I told you so.’”