But once the initial ire had come to pass, Zelda began to think. How long did she spend living in the ignorance that optimism provided, ignoring the envious glint in his eyes whenever she brought up her beloved friend? She'd hoped… she'd hoped, she hoped, she hoped.
She had so foolishly hoped that the two could become friends. But was she getting ahead of herself again? Will such a thing ever happen? Time and time again, the mage makes his displeasure very much known to her, and often Zelda would step back.
"I," she starts, but stops.
Zelda sighed softly, she pulled away from his embrace and turned her back towards him as she walked a few steps away from Vaati. She was quiet, but silence did not exist in the skies. The wind carried reassurance, promise, that permeated all of the islands that hung above The Surface. Zelda closed her eyes, taking a moment to listen to the winds, gathering her thoughts before inhaling sharply through her nose and exhaling. Her beating heart finally slowed down.
"Look. I wish for you guys to meet, but if you don't want to get to know him, that's fine. However, I don't like it when anyone talks bad about him." She turns towards him. Her tone and expression softened as she said:
The wind once again makes its presence known. And Zelda's gaze searched for his for a good amount of time. She shook her head. No, today she didn't want any negative thoughts flooding her head. It has been while, a long, long while, since she's seen the demon. So, she smiled brightly and clapped her hands together.
"Well, that's enough of that!" The sudden mood change made her inwardly cringe, but Zelda wanted to move past this. "I didn't come here looking to pick any fights with you. I came here––"
She approaches Vaati with a hope in her step, her hands clasped behind her as she leans close to him.