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Ganondorf... That was right, that's why she needed the gauntlets. And his followers... The twinrova, they'd called themselves, but she hadn't known that until... Goddess, it hurt to remember things. She hissed, trying her best to help Link, but with limited success. It was a Herculean task to move anything, let alone her legs. When she tried to move her right hip, she cried out in pain and shook her head. Sweat beaded her brow from the attempt.

There had to be a potion somewhere, anything that would take the edge off. She never went anywhere without it... But she seemed to be missing most of her kit, save a sword. She didn't even have water on her. Breathing heavily, she turned to the boy and shook her head.

"Can't even move my arm... Get out of here kid. I'll make it, I just..." she hissed, a shock of pain echoing up from her neck. "I'll make it out on my own. Know this place like the back of my hand."

“Diets are just a conspiracy thought up of by the people in power to make sure they get all the good stuff.”

Not that it’d stop him from having his daily sweets. Sweets were very important for having a high energy level, weren’t they? Something about increasing your blood sugar, he wasn’t sure the exact science of it.

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@warriorsofxwild​ said:

[ adult OOT Link]   It's been such a long time since he's last seen her and since Ganondorf has been sealed but now they are finally reunited so he's just going to give her a very gentle hug.  Zelda deserves one.  

It caught her off guard.

But she more than accepted it. It was a warmth she never got to share with him after they’d been reunited all that time ago. It may have been his spirit put to slumber, he may not have noticed the time, but for her, it was seven long years of waiting for him to return.

Now, for a second time, he was back. And it meant the world to her. Now she could protect him, the way he protected her during the final faceoff with the Demon King.

Thousands of years in relative peace, hearing millions of prayers, guiding the tribe as best she could from the stars - all to be summoned back by some idiots calling themselves Yiga - they should have actually studied the language before they attempted their little ritual. She wasn't sure whether she was more upset to be summoned back to this plane or if she was angrier that she couldn't actually cause damage to the living. Why else would one be a ghost?

Since she wasn't actually bound to them (another oversight, it seemed) she'd blown off the Sheikah traitors and sought out her people. She knew they were still around - most no longer nomadic, but the capitol was close. She could at least pass along some wisdom in person, instead of through infuriatingly vague dreams where their own subconscious battled for supremacy.  So, one could only imagine how furious she was to find herself invisible and inaudible to everyone she'd stalked thusfar.

She'd caused some hell in the palace, or tried to. She could only do so much - ruffle papers, cause cold breezes that were more appreciated than concerning. Eventually, she'd gotten bored of it and drifted aimlessly around the walled city, trying to figure out how to get back to the afterlife.

And then, curse of all curses, the Hylian princess seemed to be the only one who could hear her. She started at first - she'd only been musing to herself.

Oh Goddess, the boy was going to freeze to death if he kept on this way. That'd be fine - they barely save him from Ganon's damned beast just in time to see the hero die from hypothermia.

She took off her gauntlets - they were too big for him, but they were infused with rubies, which were known for their power to keep the wearer warm. She'd have to make do for the night, but at least she was better adapted to the desert's harsh extremes.

"Sit down, closer to the fire but not so close. You might not feel it if you catch fire."

She grabbed her kit from her horse - dear Rose, she was always there for her - and laid out a saddle blanket for him to sit down on, so he wouldn't lose anything to the cold. She then grabbed a woolen tarp and laid it across his shoulders. She sat beside him, pulling the other end around herself.

Nabooru wasn't much of a religious woman, no more than the average Gerudo - even less so, even. She didn't believe in luck, and whatever interference their ancestors played, it had never seemed to do so in her favorite. It seemed as up to chance as the rest of the world. She still prayed, of course, lest she be forgotten as she forgot, but overall, she put very little faith in the divine.

She wouldn't have begrudged Zelda her faith, though. She was still a child. She felt like the only one that remembered that, sometimes. A very important child, maybe, but a child none-the-less. Her father expected far too much from her, the entire country was hanging their hopes on her. It was no wonder she was an anxious mess.

Being ignored wasn't her favorite thing, but Zelda's please silenced any sharp response she may have readied. Her heart was as guarded as her armor, but... That struck very close to home. At least between she and her sister, one had been picked. Zelda had no backup.

She bit her lip, looking down. It wasn't her place to comfort her - this was where her mother should have filled in or, failing that, her father. But it was just the pair of them in the courtyard, naught but the moon above them. She finally cleared her throat, trying to hide the emotion in her voice through a shield of gruffness.

Their newest recruit had come through a few weeks ago, but she was only just now allowed to mingle with her newfound "family." Nabooru never liked weeks like this. The girls were always frightened, and the ones who weren't were... Well, frankly frightening to her. Being kidnapped from one's mother at such a tender age never lent itself to kind introductions, but the Cumaea had a way of beating the resistance out of young priestesses before they met their sisters.

This discomfort was compounded by the fact that, well... New recruits were sloppy. Whether or not they had honed their magical abilities before they were discovered, they didn't know the first thing about illium, and with the war on the front menacing all of them, there was little time for academic training before the practical. When she'd been told she would be assigned a little sister, Nabooru had to physically stop herself from groaning aloud. Three years teaching a little girl everything she had come to hate - she couldn't wait.

But wait she did, in the atrium to the coven's laboratory, going through her notes from when she was Riju's age. All she'd gotten was her name, but she could tell from it that the girl was from the same region she'd once been. If it wouldn't hurt so much, she'd ask what it was like. She hadn't been home - ostensibly because of the wars, but realistically because she was both too high and too low in the chain of command to let go.

She hadn't put her mask on yet. Those frightened recruits even more, and besides, they weren't even working on a body. So long as there were no true outsiders to the coven, it wasn't even breaking taboo.