Ruby Slippers
Midna expected that she would have to return to the market tent, now closed for the evening, to return back to the Tavern. The physics, however, left more to be desired: once the hall cleared and she opened the door to the outside, warm amber light flooded the foyer and she could hear the bustle of noonday chatter and clink of dishware.
She sighed, her hand tightening on the knob, and stepped inside. She closed the door behind her with no backwards glance.
In the entry, she hesitated. Bold before with curiosity, she now saw her temporary fate spelled out: take a mission, find other nomads through time such as herself, collect her reward--however she was to get that, anyway--and come back here. To the land of Hylians and Hylian customs and spirits and warmth and far too much light and too much noise and--
Midna gasped sharply, heaving a deep breath, and slumped into a stool. She rested her dizzy hand on one hand and traced the wood grain of the bar with the other, creating patterns of twilit smokestacks in the polish and dreaming of her castle home.
