Are You There Hylia ── .✦

She’s silent as he speak the eyes flickering up to his golden ones at the comment of ‘her asking difficult questions’ an apology sit on her tongue for over inquisitiveness. She was not suspicious of the fire lord she was simply… cautious her people, her kingdom, Link had all been through so much after calamity so much after she had failed.

Being guarded perhaps has become something of an armor, a way to guard her heart from the aches of loss that she felt daily for her champions who were long gone.

Her expression softens as he continue to speak and she turn the page on the book of law she’d been going through.

“I don’t believe, I don’t think it fair to pin the sins of those from the past to those in the future, to put the weight of someone else’s life and there deeds on the other is deeply unfair to the individual don’t think?” She ask green eyes meeting his.

She carried the weight of hylia the belief and expectation of her being the goddess incarnate, a divine being stuck in mortal flesh. The weight of legend that started long before she existed, long before she breath life was a heavy burden. A burden that she and link both carried.

“I choose to see the individual in the present. We are all more than the sums of our parts I am me, not the Zelda’s that came long before me, not my mother who I never knew who passed me this role and destiny to please the goddess, not the goddess herself . You are you Zuko, not your father.” She brush her hair away from her face scribbling an annotation.

“And I think the individual that sits across from me right now, the young man not running from the sins of a past not his but dedicating himself to fixing them to make a better future for his people is far greater than he believes he is.” She move to grab a scroll about rito law.

Zuko swallowed, his jaw working as he tried to form words, but they stuck somewhere between his heart and his throat. How was he supposed to respond to such kindness? Such clarity? He was used to suspicion, to doubt, even the well-meaning kind that lingered behind smiles and words of counsel. But this —Zelda looking at him as though he was worth seeing, not for what he had been, but for what he was becoming— left him feeling raw and unsteady.

His gaze dropped to the scrolls between them, fingers absently tracing the corner of a treaty draft, the ink smudged beneath his thumb. He took a slow breath, grounding himself. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, roughened by something deeper than fatigue. “You say that like it’s easy,” he said, a faint, self-deprecating smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “To just… let go of the past. To separate yourself from it.” He glanced back up at her, amber eyes dark beneath the low light. “I spent years chasing after the ghost of what my father wanted me to be. Trying to live up to a version of myself that was never me at all. And now that it’s over, now that I’m free to be whoever I want to be…” His brow furrowed, jaw clenching. “I don’t always know who that is.”

The admission hung between them like a thread pulled taut. It wasn’t something he planned to say. It just slipped out, unguarded and unpolished. But she had said so much, had offered him the rare gift of being seen, and some part of him needed to give something back. Zuko exhaled, shoulders sinking as the tension eased away. “You’re right, though,” he added, his voice softer now. “We’re more than what came before us. And… if you can see that in me, then maybe… maybe I can learn to see it too.”

Zelda nodded slowly “they keep to their own usually rito prefer the high ground with winds so strong any other species would be thrown off the edges to the depths below.” Zelda reply her mind going to revali.

Valiant and brave revali longing to prove himself worthy of a spot he truthfully had already earned. Her champion, her confidant, her friend.

She inhale a deep breath pushing away the ache at his memory before replying looking to zuko “there incredible flyers, the rito and unbelievable weavers…. One of my champions that fell when calamity overcame hyrule was of Rito blood his name was Revali.There incredible allies to have in times of war or political upheaval everyone is so focused on what’s going on, from ground level but they see it all from above.”

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Zuko leaned back slightly in his seat, rolling one shoulder to ease the tension that always seemed to gather there. The formal red of his Fire Nation robes had been exchanged for a deep charcoal tunic with gold edging at the collar. Even dressed down, he still looked every inch a ruler, though in this moment, he looked... less guarded.

"You know," he said softly, his voice rough but steady, "you’re the first foreign ruler who hasn’t looked at me like I’m still my father’s son." He glanced across the table at her with a quiet curiosity, as if trying to read what she wouldn’t say aloud. The candlelight softened the sharp lines of his scar, but not the memory of what had placed it there.

She’s silent as he speak the eyes flickering up to his golden ones at the comment of ‘her asking difficult questions’ an apology sit on her tongue for over inquisitiveness. She was not suspicious of the fire lord she was simply… cautious her people, her kingdom, Link had all been through so much after calamity so much after she had failed.

Being guarded perhaps has become something of an armor, a way to guard her heart from the aches of loss that she felt daily for her champions who were long gone.

Her expression softens as he continue to speak and she turn the page on the book of law she’d been going through.

“I don’t believe, I don’t think it fair to pin the sins of those from the past to those in the future, to put the weight of someone else’s life and there deeds on the other is deeply unfair to the individual don’t think?” She ask green eyes meeting his.

She carried the weight of hylia the belief and expectation of her being the goddess incarnate, a divine being stuck in mortal flesh. The weight of legend that started long before she existed, long before she breath life was a heavy burden. A burden that she and link both carried.

“I choose to see the individual in the present. We are all more than the sums of our parts I am me, not the Zelda’s that came long before me, not my mother who I never knew who passed me this role and destiny to please the goddess, not the goddess herself . You are you Zuko, not your father.” She brush her hair away from her face scribbling an annotation.

“And I think the individual that sits across from me right now, the young man not running from the sins of a past not his but dedicating himself to fixing them to make a better future for his people is far greater than he believes he is.” She move to grab a scroll about rito law.

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