lcyalbound:
it becomes quickly apparent that this princess is much less reserved than his own, as excitable as a small rabbit – or, maybe as energetic as a free roaming cucco? either way! the difference is staggering, one that almost throws him off. still… she likes the scarf, && previous expression of concern fades from his face, a quick smile of gratitude replaces it for a moment before turning thoughtful.
she speaks of triad timelines, he suspects he saw some characters of those times due to the soul gates created by cia. what’s more, a cycle, one that doesn’t take a genius to figure out. [ do you mean ganon? ] a reoccurring darkness in the world that, even with such heavy precautions as his predecessors took, still returns one way or another. it makes him frown, the solemn feeling that accompanies any thought of lives lost due to his wrath && cia’s desire quickly overtaking his heart. [ if you do, then i may come from a fourth. ]
“Yes!” she says with a level of emphasis unseen until now, “Calamity Ganon has appeared throughout every timeline, even in a different form. For example, in ours, he was simply a malevolent spirit who poisoned those he touched, in others, he was a giant pig with a trident,” she starts, the triforce emblem on her hand glowing blue, “and originally, he was the demon king demise. Why, what was he in yours?” Almost immediately, she draws her sheikah slate to start taking notes,
“If...you do come from a fourth, that...is not a good thing, by the way.”
