Princess Anatula Ranetu

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Tiel nodded, hoping that his face wasn’t turning too crimson at the thought of actually being responsible for showing a woman around the city. He would have to be on his best behaviour. No tree-climbing. He doubted that Zoras had any talent at climbing, nor any desire to do so. And people gave him strange looks for it sometimes. Stay on the ground, point out the places that people generally flocked to rather than the places that personally interested him most… 

“I actually, um… my shop’s just outside the m-market square…” He fished about in his pocket for a bit of paper. He always kept some with him, just in case he was ever overcome with a need to write or draw something. This bit was mostly blank, with an occasional doodle of the city’s skyline - a spire here, the top of a tree there, a tower off in the distance. He jotted down his address, tore it neatly from the sheet and handed it over. Even if he struggled to communicate verbally, he liked to think his handwriting was legible enough to make up for it. Then again, if he couldn’t write nicely then he was definitely in the wrong profession. 

“It’s very easy t-to find…” he assured her. “If you - if you do want to, y’know, c-contact me about it…” 

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Anatula took the paper from Tiel’s hands, reading the address on the sheet, repeating it several times in her head and memorizing it before it “mysteriously” disappeared the moment she returned to her room. Knowing her Naarah she would probably go straight to her father and tell him everything that happened throughout the day. She wouldn’t spare any details. Then he’d probably tell her to make the paper disappear. She wouldn’t put it past her father to shred any sort of contact from “commoners”. Goddesses knew he’d have a fit. 

“Thank you Tiel,” Anatula said with a polite smile, her webbed hand running over his handwriting. “Beautiful handwriting,” she murmured more to herself then to him. She’d seen Hylian script but his was particularly appealing to her for some reason. “I’ll contact you as soon as I’m able, thank you again.” Anatula repeated, standing and bowing respectfully in Tiel’s direction. 

Opening up her umbrella, Anatula walked down the steps of the gazebo. Waving to Tiel and watching as Naarah scrambled to pick up the various bags and follow after Anatula before she disappeared off into the crowd. 

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He beamed when she commented on his accent. Although he did his best to speak like those from Rohylia when dealing with its inhabitants, it wasn’t done out of some kind of shame over his roots. Whenever someone acknowledged that he was from outside the capital, without patronising him for it, it lifted a little weight off his shoulders - weight that he often forgot he was carrying until those moments. 

Tiel hadn’t been sure whether she would accept his offer. Part of him hoped she wouldn’t. While for the most part he was pleasantly surprised, he did his best to stifle the internal screaming that had begun the moment she agreed. That wasn’t a healthy reaction. Instead, he tried to swallow his nerves and return her smile. He almost slipped back into his old manner of speech by accident, but caught himself in time. Hylian was almost certainly not Anatula’s mother tongue and the last thing he wanted was to confuse her. 

“Evening’s f-fine..” he assured her. He didn’t look forward to having another fainting Zora on his hands any more than she did. “…D-did you mean this evening, or another evening…? Forgive me, I, er, don’t know how often you c-come to the capital.” 

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Anatula beamed, actually excited at the thought of having someone normal accompany her. She’d have to ditch her handmaiden somehow, which would be no easy task. Naarah was unusually crafty, Anatula was well aware Naarah was no ordinary handmaiden. She wouldn’t be quite sure until she was back in Zora’s Domain, here in the capital she had no way to find any information. One of the reasons she somewhat disliked the capital, she was practically stranded in unknown territory. 

“It can be another evening,” Anatula replied quietly, glancing to see if Naarah had heard. She probably had but her face held no indication if she had, she simply sat off to the side, turned away from Tiel and Anatula. 

“I know your name so I’m sure it shouldn’t be too hard to find you if I am in Rohylia again. Tiel doesn’t seem to be a common Hylian name and you’re not from here so it shouldn’t be hard to find you.” Anatula repeated, thinking to herself. ‘That sounded odd...’ 

“What I mean is, I can send word to take you up on your offer. T-that is if it’s alright with you. I’d have to write down your um.. contact information of course.”

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“Oh, so this is your - your first t-time in the p-park…?” Anatula could hardly be blamed for what had happened when she’d had such little experience of the capital before - or at least the parts that weren’t so hospitable for Zoras. 

“I live here, yes…” Well, he lived here now, anyway. For a moment he wondered whether Anatula could hear that he wasn’t actually from Rohylia. He personally found his own accent quite obvious, but that was because he’d spent most of his life surrounded by people who spoke in the same way, compared to the few years he’d had to get used to the way city folk spoke - Tiel was never quite sure how much other people picked up on it quite so much though. Could Zoras interpret any differences in the way that Hylians spoke? He didn’t think he’d be able to distinguish between Zora accents. Did Zoras have accents in the first place? …No, he was going off on a tangent again. Another time, perhaps, when he wasn’t in the middle of a conversation. 

“I live here,” he repeated, “so, um, if you wanted… showing round, or anything… Or if you need d-directions, then…” He turned his attention to a distant tree somewhere beyond Anatula’s shoulder, as one hand drifted to scratch self-consciously at the back of his neck. The offer was ended with a rather pathetic, “…Yeah.”

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Anatula’s fins twitched in embarrassment, if she could, she probably would have turned beet red like most non-Zora did. “Um, yes.. I’m afraid I’ve never really been out of the Zora Plaza except for the Palace..”  She trailed off, realizing she was repeating what she had just said moments ago. Goddesses. She was hopeless sometimes. 

“You’re a native of the capital? That’s odd, I thought you were from somewhere else. The way you speak is different.. What is the Hylian word for it? I believe the word is accent.. It’s quite different from the way I’ve heard others speak. I figured you were a merchant of some kind passing through. But you live here.” Anatula repeated, taking another bite of the kelp as she lost herself in thought for a moment before snapping out of her thoughts in time to hear Tiel offer his services to show her around Rohylia. 

Anatula genuinely smiled at the offer, a rare occurrence for her. Her smiles were usually fake pleasantries she put up with when dealing with nobles. Her parents were spared the fake smiles, whenever she dealt with them her face was practically void of expression. At least when they alone, in front of the nobles and others she acted the ever respectful daughter. 

“You would? I’d loved to see the capital. What better person to show me around then one who lives in it? I’ll actually take you up on that offer. It would have to be in the evening considering what just happened. I’d rather not have a repeat of that although I’m relatively fine..” Anatula fibbed, not caring if the small lie was noticeable or not.

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“Yes, I think I realized that a tad too late.” Anatula murmured, her fins twitching in embarrassment when he realized how right he was. She mumbled something to herself incoherently, realizing she wasn’t alone just brought her more embarrassment.

Goddeses, she couldn’t handle socializing. Anatula could handle nobles and the things they brought with them but socializing with someone who probably had no clue who she was or wanted something from her? She was hopeless. Typical.

Now she was sort of regretting inviting him along, she shouldn’t have tried. Maybe her father was right after all…

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His eyes narrowed in a sort of concerned frown, his head tilting a little to one side. Within a matter of minutes Anatula had gone from snapping at her companion and making out she was perfectly fine to withdrawing into herself and mumbling. He was more convinced than ever that she was trying to keep face. She might have regained consciousness quickly, but it seemed that her pride was more bruised than anything else. 

Should he acknowledge that, or would it only distress her more? It was difficult deciding whether it would be of more comfort to her if he tried to comfort her or if he pretended that her veneer of strength was fooling him. 

“Hey, it’s… it’s okay…” he told her, his own voice soft and scarcely louder than hers.

He settled on changing the topic. Hopefully it would take her mind off things, either way.

“So… Where were…” He cleared his throat. “Were you - were you g-going anywhere? I mean, how m-much of Rohylia have you, um, seen before?” 

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Anatula had more or less withdrawn herself into her shell, barely hearing Tiel speak until she heard him clear his throat. She snapped out of her daze like state, cursing herself for behaving in such a way in public even more so in front of a stranger. "Oh, um.. I.. I haven't seen much." Anatula mumbled, clearing her throat as he did a few moments ago.

"No, the only places I've seen are the Zora Commons and the... Uh.. Palace." Anatula replied, folding her hands together and placing them on her lap. "Other then that I haven't really seen much of Rohylia. I assume you live here? Or are you just passing through and on your way to another village?" Anatula asked, until she realized she was being a tad intrusive. "I mean.. Not that you're obligated to answer of course..."

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Naarah quickly set to fussing over Anatula and was as always waved off. Grabbing one of the cool cases of water Naarah handed her and pouring it over her head while grabbing another one and guzzling it down without a care in the world. 

She felt a tad better, the shade the gazebo provided already helping her cool down. Anatula felt relief when the water ran down her head, looking into one of the various bags Naarah had brought with her. Most had water in them, while one of the bags provided some fish and kelp to munch on. Anatula went with the kelp, gnawing on it little by little when she heard Tiel speak. “Oh, I’ve never really seen Rohylia so I decided to do some sightseeing. As you can see it probably wasn’t such a good idea…” 

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Tiel had never seen anyone eat kelp before, as far as he knew. He could hazard a guess from its appearance that it was some kind of aquatic plant, but he was not exactly familiar with the sea or anything that grew in it. Some kind of Zora thing, he decided. He looked on, fascinated, forgetting the impropriety of watching someone as they ate. Every now and then there was a flash of fangs that surprised him. Anatula’s teeth were much sharper than he expected. …Than he expected? Had he made assumptions about a Zora’s teeth? In any case, there were similarly interesting to him. What was having sharp teeth like?It was easier mulling over her teeth than making eye contact, in any case. 

The sound of her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Well, it’s… n-not really a… Especially when the, uh…” He flicked a finger upwards towards the sun in lieu of trying to remember what it was called. “..It’s so warm today,” he continued in a mumble. “M-maybe later in the afternoon would be a - a better time, especially for, um, Zoras. When the sun’s -” That was the word. “A b-bit lower.”

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"Yes, I think I realized that a tad too late." Anatula murmured, her fins twitching in embarrassment when he realized how right he was. She mumbled something to herself incoherently, realizing she wasn't alone just brought her more embarrassment.

Goddeses, she couldn't handle socializing. Anatula could handle nobles and the things they brought with them but socializing with someone who probably had no clue who she was or wanted something from her? She was hopeless. Typical.

Now she was sort of regretting inviting him along, she shouldn't have tried. Maybe her father was right after all...

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If anything, he somehow managed to falter even more than he already had done. She’d asked him to accompany her? Well, it would let him keep an eye on her, at least - he wasn’t convinced that anyone could recover from fainting so quickly… Perhaps that was her intention, and she was simply too proud to admit it. Either way, he would indulge her. He would probably have a heart attack at some point, but if that was the price of making sure this woman was all right then so be it. 

He tried to ignore the way his heart seemed to have leapt up into his throat as he stammered a reply. “I’d like that, I d-don’t have anywhere else t-to be…” 

But she was already off, making her way towards the nearest gazebo. It was admirable the way that tried so hard to look the picture of health. He wasn’t sure if he’d have been convinced, though, even if he hadn’t witnessed her collapse. He had enough experience of people pretending to be strong to have an idea of when it was being faked. He also had enough experience to resist trying to help her. Better to take it at Anatula’s pace and let her keep face. He ambled along beside her and tried to be discreet in his watching her feet for any wobbling. 

Once they had reached the gazebo, he felt it was safe to continue the conversation. Well, as safe as any conversation with a female was, which was to say not at all safe. “…So… It’s, uh… It’s a little odd… seeing a, um, Zora in this p-part of this city… What b-brings you here?”

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Naarah quickly set to fussing over Anatula and was as always waved off. Grabbing one of the cool cases of water Naarah handed her and pouring it over her head while grabbing another one and guzzling it down without a care in the world. 

She felt a tad better, the shade the gazebo provided already helping her cool down. Anatula felt relief when the water ran down her head, looking into one of the various bags Naarah had brought with her. Most had water in them, while one of the bags provided some fish and kelp to munch on. Anatula went with the kelp, gnawing on it little by little when she heard Tiel speak. “Oh, I’ve never really seen Rohylia so I decided to do some sightseeing. As you can see it probably wasn’t such a good idea...” 

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Tiel tucked his hands behind his back so his fidgeting wouldn’t be as obvious, watching as the Zora’s companion went to fetch some water. 

“Yeah, just a… a couple of m-minutes, not - not very long at all…” he muttered. It wasn’t just talking to a woman that was putting him on edge, but the certainty in which the Zora told him that most other people would have ignored her. Sure, many Rohylians were a bit weird from what he’d observed after a few years of living in the city, but would they actually have just walked past someone in need of help? He didn’t think so, or didn’t want to think so. 

“A-Anatula.” He wasn’t sure what kind of name he had expected her to have. It was a nice sort of name, not really the kind of name one found in Hylians but not so different as to be unpronounceable either. “…Are you sure you’re okay?” She had wobbled as she stood, after all, and she was relying on her umbrella for support. He supposed that between that and her helper she would be all right, but it was only right to make sure she didn’t need any further assistance. 

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“I’m fine,” Anatula replied, her lip curving upwards in a small smile. “I’ll be fine,” she repeated, although if it was to reassure him or herself she didn’t quite know. 

“If you’re not in a hurry would you like to...” Anatula trailed off, thinking of the expression Hylian’s used in their tongue. “Kill some time? Only if you’re not busy of course. If not I completely understand if you have to be on your way, I wouldn’t want you to be kept when you have tasks to do.” 

Naarah returned at that exact moment, holding several bags in her arms as she walked up to the pair. “It’d be best if you sit underneath one of the gazebo’s now Your Highness. I wouldn’t want you to strain yourself anymore in this heat.” Naarah explained, shifting some of the bags to her other arm to help Anatula. Anatula waved her off however, “Just carry the bags,” she muttered, not wanting anyone to fuss over her any longer. Using the umbrella as a support, Anatula made her way to the empty gazebo nearby, trying to show no signs of weariness. 

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“…T-Tiel. Um. Tiel,” he repeated. He rued the stutter he always seemed to develop when talking to women. Neither of them were the clearest speakers, it seemed. He had to concentrate just to make out what she was saying. Did she always speak so quietly, or was it a result of her fall? 

He shifted into a more comfortable kneeling position beside her - crouching was beginning to make his legs ache. 

“And - you’re m-making it sound like a… a bigger deal than it is, really… M-me stopping, I mean…” Tiel added, his voice trailing off until he was barely breathing the final words. Surely anyone who saw another person collapse would go to their assistance, right? …Right? The park was just a little emptier than usual today, that was all.

“And, uh, d-do you have…” Wait. Of course she would have a name. He was pretty sure that Zoras had names. “C-could I… Your name, t-too?”

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Anatula stood albeit shakily, using the umbrella as a support while Naarah wandered off at a nearby stand to purchase some water for her. “Tiel was it? That’s a lovely name.” Anatula responded, clearing her throat afterwards. 

“How long was I out? A few minutes? You stopped and took the time to see if I was fine. Most people would barely bat an eye and keep on moving.” It was partially true, being the Zora heir; people fussed over her excessively but here in Rohylia she appeared as just another normal Zora. She hadn’t donned her usual jewelry, choosing to keep it rather simple. If she had been wearing her usual attire then, goddesses, the attention on her would have probably tripled. At least with nobles and the like trying to gain her father’s favor. Now that would have been a pain. Collecting her thoughts Anatula extended her hand in an attempt to get him the crouching position he was in before Naarah returned. 

“Ah, but I seemed to have rambled on. My name is Anatula.” Anatula said, leaving out her family name on purpose even though her father had practically drilled it into her head to present herself with the grandiose title and name she held. 

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He let out a sigh of relief as the Zora seemed to recover as quickly as she had collapsed. Had… had she said ‘pretty hair’, or had he misunderstood? Her words were soft and her speech was slurred; she was likely woozy and disorientated, not that she could be blamed for that. He’d probably misheard. Really, she could have been trying to say anything for all he could make out. Still, his blush darkened and he ran a self-conscious hand through his hair. Until she headbutted him, that is. It wasn’t deliberate - he’d just been leaning in too much, and hadn’t moved out of the way in time when she tried to sit up. His hand moved to his forehead and rubbed at the point of contact in an effort to lessen the pang of pain. The Zora had simply flopped back to the ground like… well, a fish. 

Tiel leaned over her, keeping his distance this time, looking from her to her companion and back again. His brow was furrowed in concern. 

“Are you… Is - is she…” He didn’t know which of them to address. “…Um, are you okay…?”

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“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Anatula murmured in response, opening her eyes and swatting away Naarah’s hand as she reached for her. “It’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be fine once I take a dip in some water to cool off. Or get water in my system.” With the man finally leaning away from Anatula, she slowly began to sit up. Pinching the side of her head to alleviate the throbbing in it. 

“Naarah, would you happen to have more water? I’d rather take a moment to sit beneath one of those structures with the roofs and benches. I can’t seem to recall their name..” 

“Yes of course Your Highness. It may be wise to do as you suggested until the sun has gone a bit and the heat decreases. I will carry you to the-” 

“No need, absolutely no need. I’ll be just fine leaning against the umbrella as a support.” The last thing Anatula wanted was to be carried across the park in the arms of the dainty handmaiden and attract even more attention, just thinking of it made her cringe. “As for you... I’m afraid I never caught your name. I’d like to know the name of the one person who had stopped out of concern.” Flashing a friendly smile in the Hylian’s direction with her mouth closed as to not show her pointed teeth; the last thing she wanted to do was frighten the man off when he already looked like he was near to run off in the right direction. 

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Goddesses. She was hot, sure the umbrella she was holding helped keep the heat off of her but she felt like sinking into a pool of water at the moment. The handmaiden trailing beside her seemed to be fine for the most part which meant maybe it was just her who was feeling extremely hot. Anatula said nothing however, instead she studied the buildings they passed. Noticing the intricate stained glass in the Hylian’s buildings, she had a sudden urge to recreate one in her room at home now. 

“Your Highness?” The handmaiden called out to her, “The park is the other way.” 

If Anatula could turn red like the Hylian’s did whenever they were embarrassed or something of the sort she’d have been a deep crimson. Instead the webbed fins on the sides of her head twitched several times. 

Anatula cleared her throat, tightening the grip on her umbrella. “Yes of course. I’m fully aware. I was just examining one of the building’s architecture is all.” Anatula replied, the handmaiden was positive she was lying of course but said nothing and instead gave a slight nod in response. 

After a few more minutes of walking Anatula made it to the park, the thick canopy of trees providing less heat. She was still feeling a bit hot, faint almost. Maybe she should have said something to the handmaiden. Anatula was just about to open her mouth to speak when her eyes suddenly blurred around the edges for a moment and then the world suddenly turned upside down? Followed by a muffled shout of her handmaiden? At least she thought it was, she wasn’t quite sure considering every thing turned black the next moment.

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As Tiel got closer to the Zora pair, a few things made him reconsider his decision to follow them. First, the realisation that they seemed to both be female. A guy following two women about? Even if he was a Hylian and they were Zoras, it wouldn’t look good. He fell back a little, cheeks burning with embarrassment and eyes darting to look elsewhere every now and then. If he was going to follow some strangers, he didn’t want to be staring at them. That would just be weird. 

The second thing was the discomfort that one of them appeared to be in. He’d wondered to himself earlier how well Zoras could manage out of water, and something in her expression and the way she moved suggested that she wasn’t coping very well in the day’s heat. As he glanced away again, a cry of alarm made him turn back. The one that had seemed to be suffering on land had collapsed. Forgetting for a moment that he would be useless in a situation that involved interaction with women, he sprinted towards them. For a few seconds he simply loomed uselessly over them. His red face wasn’t entirely due to the exertion of a sudden run on a hot day. Why did it have to be women? There’d been so many run-ins with them recently; he was going to be a nervous wreck by the end of the month.

He crouched beside the collapsed Zora, who appeared to have fallen unconscious, and mumbled in the direction of the other, “Is… Is she okay?” 

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“Goddesses, stop your shouting.” Anatula slurred, her words barely audible as she came to thanks to the splash of water running down her head. Her eyes fluttering open and the blurriness around the edges of her eyes clearing away a moment later. Only for her to look up into the eye’s of a brown skinned man, noticing his face was beet red. 

“Pretty hair.” Anatula mumbled, reaching a webbed hand to touch the few strands of hair or at least attempting to. She had commanded her arm to lift up but it apparently didn’t want to heed her commands. How dare it not heed her command, she was the Royal Princess of the Zora. 

“Your Highness?! Are you alright?” The handmaiden shouted frantically, bloody hell what was her name again? Anatula couldn’t remember, her mind was so foggy. Naarah. That was the handmaiden’s name. The screaming made her shut her eyes. “Naarah. Stop shouting.” Propping herself upwards only to bump her forehead against the man’s head who’d she’d forgotten about and bringing a wave of slight vertigo with her. 

“I apologize,” Anatula said as she rubbed her forehead while laying against the ground while attempting to recollect herself

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One of the best things about being self-employed was giving himself half-days whenever he wanted. Tiel had caught up on his workload since the Triumvirate - if anything, he had overcompensated, because there was nothing left to work on. Every flat surface in his studio was coated in sheets of paper, ink shining in the light, their corners weighted down so they dried flat. Nobody in their right mind would want to spend the day cooped up at home watching wet ink dry. Instead he locked the studio to keep Coco out, gave his dozing cat a quick kiss on the forehead and whispered for her to be good while he was gone, and left, only pausing to flip the sign on the door to ‘Closed - Lunch break’. 

So. He was out, but where was he to go? Rohylia was his to enjoy for a while, its many delights set out like a vast buffet where he wasn’t quite sure what to pick. The eastern side was an old favourite. He hadn’t been to the north-west, the Zora Plaza, very often. The Gerudo Bazaar… was not somewhere he felt comfortable with. Not the Bazaar, then. The park, maybe? Yes, Rohylia Park wasn’t too far away - he could get back to the shop fairly quickly from there, and he supposed he ought to make his outing brief for the sake of any customers that might drop in. 

Rohylia Park was the kind of place that was at once familiar and alien to him. Something about the neat paths that divided patches of trimmed grass and obviously looked-after trees brought a lump to his throat that he tried to swallow away. Nobody could deny that it was a beautiful place, but sometimes he just wanted dirt tracks and knobbly fences that one had to watch for splinters. Without realising what he was doing, he had planted one foot on the trunk of the nearest tree and reached up for a branch to hoist himself up with. Tiel let go and dropped back to the ground, casting a quick glance round to make sure nobody had seen him. There was a time and a place for getting homesick - pining after his home village was just making him act like an idiot. As he looked round, something blue caught the corner of his eye. And another something blue. Were… were those Zoras? In Rohylia Park, of all places? The park was a long way from Zora Plaza, and it wasn’t as if the river came that close either. They were too far away for him to make out anything more than the fact that they definitely were Zoras. Perhaps it was because he’d been caught up in thoughts of his past moments before that his response was decidedly childlike. He decided to approach them. His intention was to follow them long enough to sate his curiosity - perhaps introduce himself after a while, perhaps not - then return to the shop. It wasn’t a bad way to spend a little time, he thought.

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Goddesses. She was hot, sure the umbrella she was holding helped keep the heat off of her but she felt like sinking into a pool of water at the moment. The handmaiden trailing beside her seemed to be fine for the most part which meant maybe it was just her who was feeling extremely hot. Anatula said nothing however, instead she studied the buildings they passed. Noticing the intricate stained glass in the Hylian’s buildings, she had a sudden urge to recreate one in her room at home now. 

“Your Highness?” The handmaiden called out to her, “The park is the other way.” 

If Anatula could turn red like the Hylian’s did whenever they were embarrassed or something of the sort she’d have been a deep crimson. Instead the webbed fins on the sides of her head twitched several times. 

Anatula cleared her throat, tightening the grip on her umbrella. “Yes of course. I’m fully aware. I was just examining one of the building’s architecture is all.” Anatula replied, the handmaiden was positive she was lying of course but said nothing and instead gave a slight nod in response. 

After a few more minutes of walking Anatula made it to the park, the thick canopy of trees providing less heat. She was still feeling a bit hot, faint almost. Maybe she should have said something to the handmaiden. Anatula was just about to open her mouth to speak when her eyes suddenly blurred around the edges for a moment and then the world suddenly turned upside down? Followed by a muffled shout of her handmaiden? At least she thought it was, she wasn’t quite sure considering every thing turned black the next moment.

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Adventure, or an attempt of one at least. || Anatula + ????

Anatula sat on the edge of the window seat of the room she had been given in the Zora commons along with the rest of her family. The festival was over and it had been horrible, at least for her. She hadn’t enjoyed herself at all truth be told, the “handmaiden” she had told to scurry off had ended up following her anyways from a distance, allowing her not even the need of space and some privacy for a small amount of time. So she eventually had gone to her room early that night after paying her respects to the Goddess Din, there was point in being out in the festival when she wasn’t going to enjoy herself. 

The other festival days had gone pretty much the same, Anatula had stayed for the festivities, paid her respects and had then headed for her room. Her father was probably thrilled, or probably furious that she hadn’t spent the festival speaking to nobles and the like. Anatula didn’t much care at the moment. Instead she focused on the the people below, watching the Hylian’s and others move about. The Ranetu Family wasn’t set to leave for another few days at most, her father and mother had people to speak to apparently. 

A sigh escaped from Anatula, she’d rather be at home. At least then she could get away from it for a time. Here in the capital Anatula was unsure, she could see the sights and whatnot (the times she had come to Rohylia never really allowed her too) but she’d most likely get lost since she had a terrible sense of direction on land (something Anatula would never admit to). If her father wanted her to have a handmaiden to keep an eye on her as if she was a child then she was going to at least put her to use. The moment she opened the door, there she was. 

“I’m going to take in the sights of Rohylia.” Anatula stated plainly, the handmaiden grabbing an umbrella as she began stepping out the door. 

“Of course, Your Highness. Is there any particular place you wish to visit?” 

“I’m... Actually not sure.” Anatula mumbled, kneading her hands together as she thought. “Perhaps we could go to Rohylia Park and then stop by other places. I have a map if needed Your Highness.” 

“I don’t need a map, I’ll be perfectly fine.” Anatula feigned ignorance at what the handmaiden insinuated with her words. Stepping out of the Zora commons with the handmaiden in tow, Anatula began her would-be adventure.

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The beginning || Anatula + ????

Anatula stood silently beside her parents. She had opted out in choosing a patron goddess and instead chose to honor each goddess fully on their particular days. The markings on her face had been painted over with red, the paint spreading across most of her body in intricate markings which represented Din. The jewelry she wore was also accented with red jewels, the gold choker inlaid with rubies, as well as the headdress. Since the festival was celebrated with fire, Anatula chose the paint instead of any bits of clothing she would have liked to wear.

Paying little attention to the conversation her parents had with whichever noble they spoke to and only chiming in when necessary. A “handmaiden” stood behind her to see to her every need, something her parents insisted on when she saw absolutely no point. Anatula assumed the handmaiden was there simply to keep an eye on her in case she did anything unpleasant. The handmaiden was more or less a guard/babysitter for Anatula. She didn’t care, the would-be handmaiden was going to promptly ditched when the chance arrived. The festival was the one day where she could relax at least a little.

“Anatula,” her father spoke, gesturing to her to come closer in order to introduce her yet another noble. She cringed internally, wanting to use her magic to blow the noble away. It went on like this for a few hours, until it was almost time for the dance honoring the goddess Din. That was when she allowed to part ways from her parents, the handmaiden trailing behind her.

Anatula turned on her heel, “It’s best if we just part ways. Enjoy the festival on your own.” She said plainly, “But-”

“Listen, we can do this extremely easy way which is you turn and leave to enjoy yourself. Or I blast you across the city. I know it’s your job to watch over me but I can handle myself. If by any chance you happen to run into my parents which I doubt you will, just tell them I sent you to find some food for me.”

“As you wish Your Highness…” The handmaiden mumbled, retreating respectfully before she disappeared into the crowd. Anatula let out a sigh of relief, heading towards the stage where the dance would take place.

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As always, Vylair’s brother had begged and pleaded to be allowed to come with him to the light realm, and as always Vylair shut down the requests as they turned up. He didn’t even want to go himself and he didn’t understand why Vezi was so insistent on seeing it. He suspected it was only because Vylair kept refusing him.

Regardless, Vylair did have to go, and he hated every minute of it. It was a shame that humans couldn’t freely enter the twilight realm, because it meant he would have to do his politics with them on his own time and effort.

He didn’t require the cart to take him there, but it set a good example. The ride was dull, though, and he found himself partly wishing he’d allowed Vezi to come after all. But no, his health was too delicate and he’d have been bored senseless once the novelty of the place wore off.

Vylair’s purpose at the ridiculous festival was to isolate and sweet-talk whatever royal or person of importance he could get close to, provided they weren’t Hylian. He knew the Gerudo king would be there (and he was number one on Vylair’s list of desirable allies) but he suspected there would be some Zora and Goron leaders as well. Sheikah would be harder because of their odd hierarchy and close proximity to Hylians, but he figured if he was overwhelmingly kind to every Sheikah he saw, then word would get around.

The torches we an obnoxious addition to the already obnoxious light world. Vylair pulled his hood lower and weaved through the crowd (no small feat, since he stood a headspan taller than most of them) while they gathered to watch some dance devoted to some goddess, who even cared. Luckily it didn’t last long and the crowd began thinning.

However, one of those crowd members, judging from her garb and appearance, was a Zora royal. Judging from her age, she was possibly the heir. That was much more interesting than some silly dance.

With careful deliberateness, he made sure his shoulder jostled her as he passed and then feigned endless apologetics when she turned to look at him.  

“I’m so sorry,  please excuse my clumsiness,” he said, managing to sound genuine in spite of his intentions. “I hope I haven’t interrupted you.”

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A slightly annoyed look graced Anatula’s face when she felt someone stumble into her. The look was quickly replaced with a mask when Anatula noticed who it was. From his appearance it was obvious he was a Twili noble and if word got to her father that she had been in any way rude to one of them, she would never hear the end of it. She was however, tempted to turn on her heel and leave, and was just about to do just that when she spotted the handmaiden in the crowd before disappearing a moment later. 

Wonderful, her father had gotten the handmaiden to keep an eye on her. Which only made her distaste of him grow even more if that was possible. Now she had no choice but to make idle chat and play the foolish game that entailed the duties of heir. 

“It is quite alright, you meant no harm I’m sure.” Anatula replied, a smile gracing her lips to ensure her words were true. The smile was fake of course, he had interrupted her and truth be told she wanted to be alone for at least a moment. He had ruined it, and Anatula had a feeling him bumping into her was no mistake. 

“Forgive my rudeness, I haven’t introduced myself. I am Princess Anatula Ranetu, heir of House Ranetu.” Anatula said, using a traditional Twili greeting she had learned in her studies that was used amongst their nobles. 

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