#infinitasvirtus

It’s... odd, attempting to establish contact with someone you haven’t spoken with in actual centuries. How much has changed for the so-called “Fierce Deity” while Lorin has been absent from the Sacred Realm? Does he still remember the then-young god still getting his bearings? Can he sense the newfound feeling of failure within?

–––– ❝ It... it has been some time since we had last spoken, Oni. I appreciate your dedication in upholding our friendship. I must apologize for my inability to be contacted for... several hundred years. ❞

There’s a quick, stifled laugh that’s followed by a particularly awkward silence.

–––– ❝  ...I assume you came to me for a particular reason? ❞

Zelda narrowed her eyes at the man who looked so much like the tyrant. It didn’t seem to be him though. She’d know if it was. She was sure of it. “Well, let’s just say I have a lot on my plate,” the princess replied curtly.

The ranch girl watched her hero with bated breath, held unwillingly from the tension she was feeling.  She needed him to know that she would support him, come what may.  She didn’t care what sort of treachery and danger Link would face- she would always make sure he had something to hold onto through it all.

((It’s clear that I can’t spell at all.Oops!))

“!!!” Link jumped, almost dropping the bright red fruit in his hand,