#imberhydro

➦             wading, or waiting below, was the eldest of the royal siblings -—- drawn in by the captivating moonlight. under the stars she loved to swim through their reserved bay, fins splayed out to ebb the flow of the river’s slow current. hopefully her brother would be out soon, else he might miss out on the stargazing. tonight she planned to show him the brightest of them all, hylia’s blessing as mipha calls it. maybe knowing how the goddesses watch over them might inspire sidon. after all, it was she who took the oath to encourage his feats, no matter the risk.

              through the chill of the night air nipping at slick scales, the zora perks at the resounding silence. something amiss ; she should be hearing the soft ‘ slappies ’ of pattering feet approaching. where’s sidon off to now? he’s certainly not down here in the hunting grounds. . . hopefully he hadn’t run off while father slept. flipping onto her stomach, mipha sways to the edge of the platform, just shy of the long ladder up to the domain. soft yet firm, she calls out to him :

                               ❛ - sidon ? please, if you’re there, say something. you’re worrying me. - ❜