the unicorn's warmth feels like a summer's embrace beside the vessel. she smiles, calm and loved in a way that felt akin to her childhood summers spent beside her *mothers, lounging about the beautiful expanse of the desert. she misses it ⸺ a mental note made to take a journey out towards the town to visit the chief and to see herself at home again. she listens, soaking in the words of the unicorn in a way that is holier than hylia herself, before quietly *contemplating the message she had conveyed.
❝ i suppose you're right ⸺ the fauna of this land seems to follow me wherever i venture, ❞ she mentions it as if it was the *only benefit to her stature as the vessel of the goddess, ❝ this place is *old ⸺ it was crafted by the three goddesses themselves. i try to remember the golden goddesses gifted this place to me, and not her. ❞
@incalabria; continued from here.










