#revaeli

[hyliacursed]

                 the embittered princess inhales like their life depends on it, chest in a stiff rise & fall.  it has been a while since they’ve done this,  admittedly,  they’re getting just a tad bit out of practice.  there is a storm in their eyes --- a sudden bout of annoyance flickering on their face as they unhook their fingers from the bowstring,  faltering in their movements.  shockingly, the arrow lands well enough to hit the target,  although not as close to the bullseye as it ought to be.  they were royally trained,  for hylia’s sake.

                        they huff, resisting the urge to stomp out of the way.  it’s revali’s turn,  not that the bird took enough pity on them as to halter from showing off & hitting the center every. hylia-damned. time.

                        “ do you think if i could aim as well as you, hylia would be impressed enough to gift me her powers once and for all ? ”  they jeer, even though they really don’t want to talk about their abilities & their lack thereof.  embarrassment is evident on the contours of their reddening face.  they sit back to watch the rito take his place.

       ‘  (  🌟        @revaeli​​​  ❤️’d  for  a  starter  !

[fevertaste]

@revaeli said: ‘my life is my reputation. it is all I have.’ @ botw link

SUCH  PRIDE  IS  FOREIGN  TO THE  KNIGHT.  they  are  the  stuff  of  legend  but to  revel  in  its  artificial splendor  seems  a  romanticization  of the  crushing  weight of  their  duty.  

link  never  asked for  this.  they  never  hungered for  glory  in  the  depths of  their  bound soul.  it  was  fate  alone  that  decided their  path,  chosen by  the  sword  that  seals  the  darkness, and  they  are  not  to  stumble  as  they  proceed with  blade  in  hand.  they  find  no  joy  in  an  audience to  admire  their  own  reputation; they  are  only  witnesses  should they  fail.  

what  a  fragile existence  it  would  be  to  live  only for  one’s  reputation.  with this  confession  in  mind,  link  finds  it  easier  to understand  revali’s  distaste for  them,  or  rather,  his  distaste  for  being  subverted. even  by  a  prideless  thing. the  idea  of  being  woven  into  the  winding  path  of  fate over  relentless  work  to  build  his  reputation…  link can  see  why  it  would  be  infuriating.  they wonder  what  it  cost  to create  a  name  for  himself.

‘have  you  nothing else  to  hold  on  to?’  the  hero  thinks  to  themselves  but  does  not  dare  to  sign  it.  still,  they  cannot  help  a  flicker of  confusion  in their  cerulean  hues,  bleeding  through the  stoic  mask they  dawn.  they  have  no  words  that  would  ease  the  situation, and  they  have  no  desire to  fan  the  flames.

[ohwisped]

#source:   mipha for @revaeli​

had it been perhaps king rhoam who had requested another meeting of the champions? or was it the princess herself? to have yet another time for the champions to come together, so they could maybe work more cohesively as a team. that wan not to say that they all did not get along though! mipha believed herself that, despite the various personalities, they got along together well enough, but sometimes she was unsure herself. 

though the zora champion herself believes this to be a wonderful opportunity to understand the others more; the perfect chance to maybe ask somebody that she knew nothing about - well not really anyway. from everybody in the group, she only had known link the best. & despite not truly wanting to assume, it just seemed as though maybe there was a bit of... tension? ah, well that is, perhaps, a bit more unclear with her. 

mipha didn’t know much of other cultures aside from what she had heard from the folk that travelled to the domain. even then, it was only ever just a small perception of the bigger picture. heard a couple stories of the rito from hylians, but never truly enough. & she has yet to really converse with a rito more. aside from revali in the few times that she had met him before, all she knew was of the confidence that she knows his people held. perhaps this summons would give her ample time to have a more genuine conversation with him then. seeing as where they were travelling to will take a day or two to get to by foot.

“ revali ... pardon my boldness for asking . but is everything okay ? you seem to have a look of concern . “

[luxdea]

( breath of the wild sentence starters | @revaeli​​ )

❝  what’s wrong? too scared to talk?  ❞

     YES, ACTUALLY, THAT was precisely why she stood there, ankle deep in the snowy, tabantha mountains saying absolutely nothing. she was terrified. the champions had been designated as her responsibility, & the other three she had visited had initially seemed warm to the idea ( she would return later for their answers, there was no reason to rush them ) but, revali was the only one that she was unsure about. should he say no, she wasn’t sure what her plan was to be. who did she ask in his stead? 

     THE ONLY THING that she was sure of was that her father would be disappointed with her at his decline. it would be another proof of her failure–––– as a future ruler & negotiator instead of a member of the bloodline of the goddess this time around, & it was that thought that had made her freeze upon finally meeting revali face to face.

     BUT, SHE REFUSED to admit that out loud. not under the focused eye of the skilled rito archer. 

      ❝ scared? no, of course not! ❞

     AN EXCUSE WAS an easy thing to find. she had been treated to a demonstration of his abilities just before their meeting, & she could tell by the way his shoulders were rolled back & his head was held high that they were a source of pride for him. perhaps, she could cover her nervousness & flatter him enough to ensure he would hear her out at the same time.

     ❝ i was simply rendered speechless by your amazing display of skill! i see the rumors of your mastery were far from exaggerated. ❞

[corferox]

@revaeli​​​​:  📝  /  journal entries  •  accepting !

59th sun of farore, 20th year of king rhoam’s reign

     I FOUND MYSELF IN RITO VILLAGE today as part of my first official assignment as princess zelda’s appointed knight. her highness was quick to dismiss me while she met with the rito elder, so i was left to my own devices for the better part of the day. it didn’t take long for revali to find me. i’ve learned fairly quick that he does not like me very much. the harsh words he says about me are not like the hushed whispers spoken behind princess zelda’s back. no. they are challenges spoken loud & proud in hopes that i will hear them & feel the need to prove myself. as if i would ever need to prove myself to him. 

     . . . i am growing agitated.

     today’s peacocking posturing was no different. he showed off, challenged me to an impossible task, & flew off with a laugh, all while i did my best to remain composed in spite of it all. it would not have looked good for me to get into a fight with another champion, especially so soon after my appointment. i can’t help but wonder what the me of 5 years ago would have done. i suppose it doesn’t matter.

     i will admit, the move he showed off was . . . impressive, to say the very least. the word doesn’t seem to do it justice. apparently it’s called revali’s gale.

     seems a little on the nose to me.

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SHEIKAH SLATE ENTRY #132

finally arrived at the location of another divine beast, this time in a village of bird - like people called the rito. the divine beast is known as vah medoh & has been flying ( yes, flying ) around terrorizing any rito hunter or warrior that gets close. some have been seriously wounded, & i worry over how long the rito can last here if this keeps up

soon i will be attempting to board vah medoh with the assistance of a rito warrior named teba. i hope this goes well. it’s a long way down if things go wrong.

i’m not even on the divine beast, yet it still feels like revali is laughing at me . . . i’ll prove him wrong soon enough.

still, it would be useful if i could fly on my own . . .

[ekbatdesebat]

@revaeli​ must find the fifth element

She’s pouting a little, blue eyes fixed on the Rito or more specifically their wings. “I do not have wings,” She said enviously. “What is . . . like to fly?”

[motherednature]

@revaeli​ continued from here.

         𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 an ounce of warmth behind her hawkish golden eyes. her features, too, are smooth and ageless, conveying nothing of the thoughts that weave through her mind as she continues to watch him. his anger does not surprise her, for with what else could one lash out when humiliation pulsed in their veins like some wretched disease? it’s whether or not he’s foolish enough to act on it that she is gauging. her decision depends on it.

        she sees the exhaustion. the admission of defeat. but his words strike a difficult balance between gratitude and dignity, and so the goddess finally speaks.

        ‘ you cannot repay me. ’ her voice, sonorous and deep, echoes all around him. ‘ no one could. ’ without warning, the imposing woman vanishes in curling wisps of air and leaves, and it wastes no time in rushing straight for him.

            when her spirit pushes through him, it will feel both familiar and alien at once -- it is the WIND, cold and biting and freeing, but this gale seems to be so ancient that its force pushes the very skin beneath his feathers. every cell in his body would bend to its call, and it is every bit as painful as it sounds. his wounds are pushed and pulled with that immense strength until not even a scar remains, and he is relinquished.

             the goddess takes physical form once more, leaves and air still dancing off her hair and her shoulders. ‘ but such is the nature of mortality and divinity. ’

[lovecurst]

@revaeli​ said ; ❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜ ( accepting )

it gets a LAUGH from her, a quick and sort of startled little thing. “doesn’t it JUST?” snow peers up from her spilled jars - they’re rolling down the path rather merrily, as though they are heading off toward town all on their lonesome. “though GOOD LUCK does, too. sometimes they come in a pair,” she takes several steps forward her wayward jars and snags one from its trajectory. “like dropping jam but running across a friendly face.”