#dollmakerelle

   Agasha had been on her way to the marketplace, intending to get some fresh fish for today’s meal, when she noticed a young woman walking through the alleys.

   While it wasn’t uncommon for strangers to pass through here on their way to the sanctuary, the florist couldn’t help but to feel as though something was off with this person... but maybe that was because of their horribly lost expression. Deciding that offering some help wouldn’t hurt, Agasha changed directions and approached the stranger, taking notice how tall the other woman was in comparison to her.

Alright. She thought that was a good move. But it was not. What should she do next? 

“It is not like it. There are people who expect me. And they will know if something comes to happen to me.” That wasn’t a lie, but her methods of keep in contact with her family weren’t the best ones.

“I’m a wanderer, but I am not lost.” or so she believed.

❋She laughed then, the sound like the tinkling of crystal bells; but with such an ominous, condescending undertone. ❋

       “Oh dear girl…            I did not mean in your land;                I could care less about such a place.                    I meant in this land – in Hyrule.”

       “And from what you say,            it sounds highly unlikely                that you have strong ties with anyone here.                    If you have left your land                        and intend to never return…”

it was funny- Dawn used to love the rain. She used to love pressing her face against a cool window as the rain pattered against the other side. She used to love watching a cold, dreary day from the safety of a warm, bright house. But that was the past. These past few months, she’d learned to hate the rain, and hate the chill it always brought.

((I was planning of making a bio or writing out something for the character. I only have a few ideas floating around, and I don’t even have a name or anything yet. But writing it out might be fun, just as something new to do.