“Excuse me... excuse me.” Gentle whisperings that held a tranquil effect to it were soon carried away by the winds, as she could only stare at the sleeping figure with concern. The idea of waking him up did not seem to sit well with the princess, as she did not want to disturb his slumber yet it was far too dangerous to sleep out in the fields of H/yrule, where bandits and beasts roam. Adjusting her cloak and then hoping off of her mare, Storm, she’d approach the boy at a gradual pace. Her light footsteps crunching ever so lightly on the green grass. Peering down on him, he seemed beyond exhausted, his expression only feeding the guilt in awakening him. She makes a silent vow to lead him to the nearest tavern so that he can get proper rest. “Please... open your eyes, young one. It is dangerous to sleep out here all alone.”
@reticent-bruises | uvu
