@soaringlikeashootingstar sent: [Muse || Zelda (post BoTW <3)
"I must say, you have quite the armor on you. When I fight, I rarely wear armor at all."
Thinking about the concept, she probably should have had something to protect herself. But the princess used magic. Ever since unlocking her power, despite how that power had weakened over 100 years, it was still good enough to take on any monster she'd come across in the wilds.
"Might I ask, do you fight with a weapon, miss? I myself prefer to use magic."
A pause.
"Uhm, forgive me. I understand that I am a total stranger here. My name is Zelda. The wilds can be a very dangerous place, yet you look like you don't need protection at all.
...She also looked young. Fairly shorter than Zelda herself.
"Are you alone out here?"
THEY HAD MET AT A CAMPFIRE. The night air was filled with the sound of cricket songs, and fireflies danced in lazy circles, glowing every so often. Propped up against the base of a young oak, Mari lingers over her fire, having stewed in the silence of human solitude when she heard gentle footsteps.
Before her, a young woman appears. Roughly her age and tall, with long golden hair that seemed to glow against the orange warmth of the fire. Her voice was gentle and meek, just like her footsteps.
The compliment about her armor pops up, and almost immediately, Mari feels a similar warmth flush in her cheeks. Thank goodness for the veil of night, for it was hard to see her blush against the similar hues from the flames. But that big-eyed, kelbi-in-the-headlights stare seemed reminiscent of a girl who had been completely enraptured.
But finally, Mari realizes she's being addressed, and she clears her throat. "Oh," She ignores the soft, humored buzzing in the back of her mind; she can sense that one of her monsties, hidden in the shadows, is amused.
"O-of course I fight with a weapon. Yeah, I wear my armor whenever I travel. Can't be too careful, y'know?" Attempting to save face with a friendly chuckle, Mari gestures towards her greatsword, propped up on the tree behind them.
"And I'm not alone." Then, she brightens a bit, sitting straighter. "I've got Red with me."
And then, in the tall grass beyond the reach of the campfire's light, there's a groan, and her Ratha's head swings up into view.