What’s with all these strange characters she’s been coming across as of late? Arriving to her kingdom and the first thing they wonder is whether or not Lorule had treasures was an oddity. She found it mildly concerning, as a matter of fact, but answers his question nevertheless. 

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“Ah, what I think of when someone talks about Link? I guess... it would be ‘hero’. Because that’s the role everyone thinks of with him. But, if I had to pick one other than that it would be ‘capable’. In a way that also ties into him being a hero? Link is able to take on a lot of things that come his way, so whenever I hear someone mentioning him, I know they’re in good hands.”

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Many would have said that Raguna would have made for an excellent knight. He’s fairly tall, has good body strength and strong abilities when using weapons of all sorts. Many of those many may have been dismayed when the born fighter took to a life of nurturing and farming. Calloused hands knew the sword well, but not as much as they did the stems of flowers and the husk of an ear of corn. At least there was one connection still between him and royal position- being welcomed around the castle grounds.

Raguna has a magic about him that encourages the growth of plants and flowers, and as a result is a welcome presence in the gardens around Aurunia Castle. This early evening with the weather turning towards a cooler temperature finds him knelt besides a flower bed, checking blooms and ... ah, nobody would be upset if he was planting some additional flowers in there as well, right? The space begged for a bit of variety in species. At the least he was picking the appropriate color! He’s aware that the gardeners wouldn’t want speckling of color that didn’t play into whatever their design may have been.

Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched regardless. And ever the unobservant and unwary, the stealthy lady would find no trouble in slipping up to leave a flower in his hair. Finally a reaction! Raguna stiffens a bit in surprise, reaching a hand up to touch what he presumed had fallen into his hair while looking up towards the castle wall- finding nothing there, and touching petals he spins his head and sees Hildr.

“I have missed you... it has been far too long since we have last seen each other, Fannar. How cruel of time to tear us apart like this. How are you faring...?”

A bead of sweat rolls down her cheeks as she smiles in that strained way to Hildr. Concern evident in her eyes. “Do you think so? I wonder about that. It’s not every day I come across a princess trying to escape her own castle.” 

Class difference aside, their disposition seemed similar enough. It made that simple connection between the two, promising a friendship. A stressful one, her mind couldn’t help to add. Their antics where the witch had mistakenly helped in aiding Hildr’s escape was still fresh in her mind. And she wonders what sort of trouble followed Hildr. It’s a good thing the witch was hard to find when in the safety of her home deep within the Lost Woods. Her only solace from the stress that’s to come from this friendship.

"No." Her answer, spoken in a tender tone, was simplistic enough. However, the immense gravity latched behind that single word came crashing down like a boulder, fragmenting whatever hope he may have for a more hopeful answer. She knew of tragedy, she was all too familiar with how it would thrive best from virtue and benevolence and affection. Ichor may have flown in her veins, once, but out of all the gods, she shone brilliantly with a great love for her people. Gods do not love as she once did, do not show compassion, and cannot. For the blessed ichor pumping into their hearts nurtured aloofness, to an extent, however. As Zelda was certain that a fraction of warmth existed within their divine hearts. It was not as great and scorching as her past self but still enough to leave behind a bit of their power.

She may have loved humankind and the realm steeped in divinity, once, yet her love was different. The compassion of a loving god differed from a mortal, as she believed in the greater good, no matter the cost. No matter the pain it may cause to others. After all, what's one's life compared to the many? Hylia had used both her mortal form and her champion (her friend) as chess pieces on the grand board of destiny and the fate of The Surface. And while her plans were successful, it left behind a deep scar for two individuals. In the end, darkness did not reign at the cost of two measly people thrown away without much regard.

"You can try, and try, and try but no matter what you do. No matter the sacrifices you made, you cannot make everyone happy because one person may be hurt by your actions even if it's well-intended."

She used Link. For that, she could never forgive herself.