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It’s risky business, exploring a new world. The princess has slipped through into Hyrule, ready to test the waters, and check out the situation the world which mirrors her own kingdom. It’s warm -- not just the usual summer warmth, it’s not an uncomfortable dry heat as it is in Lorule, but it’s the warmth of the sun. Sunlight dapples through the trees onto the ground, the brightness is fresh. It lightens the weight of her heart.
This is what she wants for her homeland. That isn’t a selfish wish. Perhaps what she’s also wanted by coming here, is some reassurance that her plans will be for the best. It’s awful to think that she’ll be swapping the situation in Lorule with this place of gently clucking cuccos, and giggling children, but... it’s something she has to do, for the sake of her kingdom. That is the difficult responsibility of a ruler.
Because she doesn’t belong here, and she’s observing, Hilda is currently very vigilant. It means that she’ll spot anything which looks out of place (she’s taken precautions to cover herself up in a dark cloak, an attempt to blend in). That could be anything as small as a glittering golden butterfly, to the swift movements of the shady man near the market stall slipping produce into a bag without paying for it...
... to the eyes she meets across the square, hesitating with gazes locked for just a little too long. Red eyes. Uncommon in Hyrule, so it would seem to her -- who is this man?
