#honourguided

❛     you   lot   are   good   for   nothing  !     ❜       annoyance  strikes  all  in  the  form  of  a  tongue.  SHARP  it  is  &  as  is  that  stare.  if  only  looks  could  KILL   -----   those  double  daggers  would  surely  be  the  cause  of  his     DEMISE     long  ago.         ❛     you  could’ve  helped  the  ZORA  PRINCE  yourselves  until  you  all  chickened  out.   PSH.   now  saving  your  sorry  world  is  going  to  take  a  while  LONGER.    ❜

          “ tell your soldiers to take another path through these woods, they aren’t kind to strangers .... if you don’t want yourself  &&  your men to suffer casualties, that is. “

@honourguided

A slight huff leaves her lips, it being her first reply. She enjoyed being still when cradling a book, pouring over research, or watching the blues of the sky turned orange as the sun set. Yet when she had to be still while she was the focus of attention, her chest would tighten and was prone to a degree of fidgeting. She mutters some form of an apology after, highly aware and feeling self-conscious of her every movement.

It has been years since her hair was braided last – despite the maids the castle employs, she much prefers to do things on her own. She had forgotten the feeling of her hair being tended to in such a manner.

ah, castle town. the source of market competition and raging consumerism. goods from all over come together here while hylians bark prices at impromptu auctions and gorons try to sell cooked rocks. beedle prefers the less crowded approach of a traveling market, but when it’s time to replenish stocks, he has little choice on where to go. besides, the money talks, and it never shuts up in town.

          deals cut and made, he picks a spot away from the hustle and bustle to set up a “stand”. meaning, of course, that he has a length of wood across his knees as a counter and a blanket on the ground before him with his goods displayed for purchase.

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     ❝ I KNOW YOU will be. ❞ for a long time, if he had his way, but zelda did her best to keep her sights on their short but necessary journey. she couldn’t explain how grateful she was for adrian–––– especially with the way attacks had become more frequent–––– though she tried to show it in brief, small ways when she could.

     ❝ BUT PROMISE ME you’ll take a break when we reach goron city. ❞ this was another rare chance for her to show her gratitude, no matter how much adrian might have protested to her suggestion. every moment of his life didn’t need to be spent in service to her and her family after all.

      ❝ DARUK WILL BE by my side from the moment we enter the city, and you know very well he will guard me just as you would. ❞ and, just in case that wasn’t enough, she had a mission of sorts to give him, anyways, ❝ perhaps you could find something to bring back for your sister. ❞ he certainly couldn’t say no to that now, could he?