05-02-2015, 02:41 PM
The steed snorted and neighed, blowing a rush of hot air into Zelda's face. "Whoa, now! There isn't a need for that." Its hooves thumped, and clacked in place, blunting the vacant ground by the Fountain. Hector could still be seen marching diligently from whence he came - all-the-while holding his helmet at his side.
She smiled, looking in his direction. Then with a brush in hand, she ran it roughly along the breadth of horse's body, grooming the recently summoned Mount. A white mare conjured from will alone, and quite willful herself. The Hylian tended to her though with a practiced care, occasionally running a hand along the snout gently; calming her with light presses upon her mind and hummed, familiar melodies.
After a few minutes of awkward shifts, stumbles, snorts and huffs, Zelda slipped the harness in place, following close with a saddle at arm's reach. Without knowing how far she needed to travel, there wasn't any sense in riding bareback. That just welcomed all sorts of nasty blisters and rashes to their new homes.
Still trekking for too long, would warrant the same results. Glancing towards her destination, she noted a steady pace would see her to one of the Portals without much delay: forty-five minutes, an hour at most. Not wishing for further delay, she positioned herself adjacent to her steed; slid one foot in its proper stirrup, and mounted in one fluid motion. A familiar warmth rushed through her body - a thrill to be atop a noble beast off to whatever adventure lay beyond. However, it never could be that simple.
Galloping at all speeds, the Mare carried her charge. Thunderous trots into the ground, her footfalls resounded outwards into the White. Taken to motions previously mastered, the former Princess seamlessly urged the animal forward: indicating with gentle touches from her knees, when to alter the path (although considering the terrain that wasn't needed much). Slowly her mind emptied, and she zoned out. She thought to herself about the state of things, past and future. Soon they (thoughts) sped up time itself, and she drifted away from the moment. Those moments after, were fleeting. She would not remember much of the trip.
Instead, Zelda only hid worry - turning it inward and doubting whether or not there was truly anything she could do for those left behind. I was so quick to hide again. To just be a different person, and run away. Is it for the best? Barely arrived and already fleeing for the sake of others. It may protect this realm, but it certainly does nothing for Hyrule and the people there. The world will be out of balance. I'm gone. Ganondorf . . . gone. A-and if Link is . . . I don't know what has become of him. Regardless of her worst nightmares, they would have to brave the ensuing chaos - for a time - alone. What lay ahead here, also mattered.
Ganondorf summoned and freed before me. He would have had time to establish himself. Once he learns of my existence, he'll tear the worlds asunder for my piece of the Triforce. So, I must wander - be someone I'm not again. It all seemed ever so wise to the young woman, and the Mare below didn't care one way or the other; it had direction and a competent rider at the reigns. But, I can't roam forever; he'll find me, and Omni has answers I need. If none of us can go back (home), maybe he can keep Hyrule stable in our absence?
Steadying down to a trot these thoughts weighed upon her, and she slowed her mount gradually to a stop before a Great Arch covered in bark and vine. The overgrowth hung down and low, covering portions of the glimmering shimmer of an entrance to another place. Dismounting, she ran her palm along the Mare's snout and then briefly pressed her forehead upon it. Thank you,she intoned to her companion and then waved; thereafter dismissing her into several thousand particles of pure energy. It welled up, forming a bright sphere of Omninilium. She grasped it, and as she stepped towards the gateway, the orb disappeared entirely.
Under different circumstances, the Portal may have been called: beautiful. Crafted to the extent to display to any weary vagabond where he or she would be bound next. In this instance, a vast forest was offered. The Hylian looked back briefly, wondering what would become of the Soldier Hector, but if he did lie, perhaps it wouldn't matter one way or the other. In the far off, she could barely make out the Fountain, and with one lasting look, she walked forward pulling up her hood as she went.
A new life then? No, just another period of pretend. But, if it would spare those in the Omniverse even for a little while, it would be worth it in the end. I should arm myself, but first . . . She stepped across the threshold, whisked away yet again.
She smiled, looking in his direction. Then with a brush in hand, she ran it roughly along the breadth of horse's body, grooming the recently summoned Mount. A white mare conjured from will alone, and quite willful herself. The Hylian tended to her though with a practiced care, occasionally running a hand along the snout gently; calming her with light presses upon her mind and hummed, familiar melodies.
After a few minutes of awkward shifts, stumbles, snorts and huffs, Zelda slipped the harness in place, following close with a saddle at arm's reach. Without knowing how far she needed to travel, there wasn't any sense in riding bareback. That just welcomed all sorts of nasty blisters and rashes to their new homes.
Still trekking for too long, would warrant the same results. Glancing towards her destination, she noted a steady pace would see her to one of the Portals without much delay: forty-five minutes, an hour at most. Not wishing for further delay, she positioned herself adjacent to her steed; slid one foot in its proper stirrup, and mounted in one fluid motion. A familiar warmth rushed through her body - a thrill to be atop a noble beast off to whatever adventure lay beyond. However, it never could be that simple.
Galloping at all speeds, the Mare carried her charge. Thunderous trots into the ground, her footfalls resounded outwards into the White. Taken to motions previously mastered, the former Princess seamlessly urged the animal forward: indicating with gentle touches from her knees, when to alter the path (although considering the terrain that wasn't needed much). Slowly her mind emptied, and she zoned out. She thought to herself about the state of things, past and future. Soon they (thoughts) sped up time itself, and she drifted away from the moment. Those moments after, were fleeting. She would not remember much of the trip.
Instead, Zelda only hid worry - turning it inward and doubting whether or not there was truly anything she could do for those left behind. I was so quick to hide again. To just be a different person, and run away. Is it for the best? Barely arrived and already fleeing for the sake of others. It may protect this realm, but it certainly does nothing for Hyrule and the people there. The world will be out of balance. I'm gone. Ganondorf . . . gone. A-and if Link is . . . I don't know what has become of him. Regardless of her worst nightmares, they would have to brave the ensuing chaos - for a time - alone. What lay ahead here, also mattered.
Ganondorf summoned and freed before me. He would have had time to establish himself. Once he learns of my existence, he'll tear the worlds asunder for my piece of the Triforce. So, I must wander - be someone I'm not again. It all seemed ever so wise to the young woman, and the Mare below didn't care one way or the other; it had direction and a competent rider at the reigns. But, I can't roam forever; he'll find me, and Omni has answers I need. If none of us can go back (home), maybe he can keep Hyrule stable in our absence?
Steadying down to a trot these thoughts weighed upon her, and she slowed her mount gradually to a stop before a Great Arch covered in bark and vine. The overgrowth hung down and low, covering portions of the glimmering shimmer of an entrance to another place. Dismounting, she ran her palm along the Mare's snout and then briefly pressed her forehead upon it. Thank you,she intoned to her companion and then waved; thereafter dismissing her into several thousand particles of pure energy. It welled up, forming a bright sphere of Omninilium. She grasped it, and as she stepped towards the gateway, the orb disappeared entirely.
Under different circumstances, the Portal may have been called: beautiful. Crafted to the extent to display to any weary vagabond where he or she would be bound next. In this instance, a vast forest was offered. The Hylian looked back briefly, wondering what would become of the Soldier Hector, but if he did lie, perhaps it wouldn't matter one way or the other. In the far off, she could barely make out the Fountain, and with one lasting look, she walked forward pulling up her hood as she went.
A new life then? No, just another period of pretend. But, if it would spare those in the Omniverse even for a little while, it would be worth it in the end. I should arm myself, but first . . . She stepped across the threshold, whisked away yet again.
Quote: Leaving the Nexus and heading for Tangled Green.
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