hylia reborn.

        Zelda listens to the noises the bird makes, so subtle and so soft, instinctively finding a sensitive patch of feathers just under that left cheek to stroke with tender gentleness.

       ”…and they…choose their masters? So she chose you?”

       She gazes into her predecessor’s eyes, her own filled with a quiet adoration.

            —  She nods her confirmation before finally turning her               attention away from the bird and unto the mirror image before                her, so full of awed intrigue..

     ”… Your Grace,”

            —  She's still not  quite used to the title, confusion               settling across her brow for a fleeting moment before she               attempts to regain an air of dignity.

       She gingerly places her fingers back on those rich purple feathers, soothed by her predecessor’s warm words. She slides her fingers up near where the soft down meets the start of that powerful beak.

       ”…I just didn’t want to offend such a proud creature. She is so soft, though…”

            —  ❝You'd have to try pretty hard to offend her.               She might be proud, but she's gentle too. Wouldn't hurt               a hair on your head.❞

              Her hands reach up to weave their way between familiar               feathers, mirroring the actions of the other.

            —  ❝I, uh--  I guess you're right. You might be a bit of              a goofball, but you're not the type to joke about that.

                      ...Um. I--...❞

[ alkdfasldjf i know i didn't get around to them last time but i will this time, sO 

            —  Her fingers gently  guide his head into her own              lap before tangling themselves in his hair, combing gently through              as she hummed a tune. She knows not what ails him, only that              she would do what she could to alleviate whatever bothered him,              and for now, this would be her method.

[ oH MY GOD THIS IS LITERALLY THE SWEETEST THING

I CAN'T

I JUST