Divinity reborn, such thoughts would come to flood their mind ‘pon setting their sights on the princess garbed in the holy dress with golden regalia complimenting the outfit. It was the very same dress that her ancestors had worn for generations. The white fabric sways with the chilling winds. She shivers, the weather merciless with it’s biting cold yet this was all she could wear according to customs.
Myths and religious rites were the foundation that her kingdom was built on, traditions dictate for her to perform her duties as the decedent of the spirit maiden, making her vows to the gods with each shrine she would visit. She knew that this pilgrimage to appease and pray to the spirits of light was a perilous one. But it was one that she had to embark on. Usually, she had to do it alone but her hero... Link... had insisted otherwise and practically begged to be alongside her perhaps worried for her well-being. She could not blame him. Due to Agahnim’s short-term reign, the fields of H..yrule was a treacherous place. Blights of darkness never waned away, still existing, waiting. Waiting for whatever victim may come across it to corrupt them.
Out of the fear of the enemy capturing her at her most vulnerable, Z.elda decided that it would be wise to allow him to travel alongside her.
With arms crossed as she tries to conserve as much warmth as she possibly could, her gaze would flicker to his expecting eyes and she nods.
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