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@wndwkr
Stares at you in 4'2"-
Okay but did you JuJu on that beat, Lonk?
<< I'm Lonk from Pennsylvania. >>
That. Looked like a yes.
@wndwkr sent: “Where.. Um.. Are you traveling from?”
"EH . . . SOMEWHERE FAR, FAR OFF, I GUESS."
Her tone balanced betwixt confusion and uncertainty, Mari plucks the remnants of her boat from the sand with a heave. The grains fall in a shower from a piece of the wreckage, the wood gently dusted clean with a gloved hand as its rider inspects the damage. As far as she is aware, she is as good as stuck, stranded on the far reaches of nowhere, in some sea she didn't not recognize.
The storm that had blown her and her companions in had long since dissipated and left nothing but breezy gales and pleasant waves in its wake. The ocean was moody like that—bound to flip on a coin and switch from placid to unforgiving in a matter of moments. At least they had been fortunate enough to end up on the shores of a small hamlet, stunningly small however it was compared to the rolling meadows and the thick jungle of the one she called home.
"I don't suppose Hakolo Island sounds familiar at all to you?" A youth had approached her and her allies. He looked no older than fourteen, and had big-eyed, if not sleepy-headed gaze befitting of someone who spent their days dozing quite a bit. She had no idea who he was, or where they were—nor did she succeed in sensing his adventurous spirit. Mari plucks Navirou from the sand, the felyne in the midst of dusting himself off when she lets him rest on his shoulder. "Where are we?"
Mun name: Zacharie
Pronouns: He/Him
URL(s): wndwkr
Participating muse(s): Link
Are you comfortable with non-mutual interactions during this event?: yuh
Must've been a long trip from Pennsylvania! Welcome!
— Mod Neg
"Do you need some help? You look like you're struggling." [To anyone you feel!!]
"Yes!"
Mr. Butlertron was quick to respond, as he visibly waved his arms around, and rocked back and forth like an upside-down turtle.
@wndwkr !
the gentle beating of winds against her back assure her of practiced sailor's courage, like the goddesses themselves whispered into her ears their blessings. heart beats golden light in her veins, and as if the sun itself shone all the slightest bit brighter, zelda found herself laughing lightheartedly at the young lad's words. so hopeful, so determined in his way of life. it rest-assured to the princess that no matter where a link in hylia's golden chain reigned, he would always rise to defend hyrule. " and that is a most wonderful outcome, link ! please, never forgo protecting those you love most. especially those bound to you by blood. "
for a moment, solace finds peace in her eyes, a memory of father's fading light by temple of time's grandeur. of a king isolated by his people, by his fate of calamity's ire. a man struggling against history and what little time he had to correct his mistakes. who succumbed to his wounds and internal hemorrhage of grievances. a father she no longer had to guide her, to school her in how the world worked. now alone, zelda chose to pave her own destiny, to rewrite generations of trauma, abuse, and neglect. to fix what her family had done.
" -- not everyone is willing to accept help, i've found. . . but an offering of peace, an olive branch if you will, is always a solution i've come to practice. who knows who could be suffering in silence? "
Goblin mode.
"Ayyy yo who's child is this???"