Evening sunlight freckles her translucent skin as she's sat awkwardly next to her assembled body—Link had decided to pause their travels to cook a few dishes under a patch of trees. Odd, is what she would describe it as; being accustomed to unwinding between travelling and tribulation was foreign to her ( and she barely gave herself the time to rest to begin with ) but with every subsequent time the knight chose to delay, whether it be because of cooking, like now, or helping someone in need, Mineru came to appriciate the mundane.
Gazing up at the sky alight in shades of crimson and orange, it never came to her that she missed Hyrule. Different the surface may be from what she remembers, the sky remained relatively the same in spite of ruin, reminding her of bittersweet, yet sentimental, memories as she travelled alongside him.
The smell of sauteed mushrooms and meat flood her senses, washing away any thoughts to nothing. A moment of peace. But before she was able to close her eyes and relish: a flicker of movement above catches her eye. Dread constricts her chest, before the gears in her brain click; though that doesn't ease away how her heart chokes. It stole her breath, in both awe and realization. That must be—
“―Zelda.” Her voice is no louder than a whisper, subconsciously rising to her feet and drifting closer to stare. The dragon drifts languidly across the sky, an ethereal streak of white and gold. Everything is silent but the passing breeze that rises as she crosses above, holding a clenched fist over her heart. “Oh, Zelda...”
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