[One of the benefits of having lived in Olympia for two months already is that Zelda's had time to get used to the idea of being a regular person. Or more used to it, at least. She's already had to piece together a new wardrobe with things not common to Hyrule, so the sundress is just another concession to fitting in. It helps to work at a fabric store that will tell her where the best priced items are, too.
She cocks her head to the side, and looks over at the watermelon smashing across the beach.]
Well, they are that too. But you can definitely eat them. You organised a lot of this, so I think the ... smashing of them is something from her own world.
[Is it improper to think that being a normal person suits the princess rather well? Possibly, but he can't help the thought crossing his mind nonetheless.
Link's own choices in clothing was more or less of a practical line of thinking. Whatever, his choices in the past were, more recently they've been more a consideration of the kinds of environments or conditions he expected to find himself in more than anything else. Today hadn't really been an exception. A sunny beach wasn't really the most best place to go tromping around in a tunic and relatively heavy trousers.
To be honest though, it's a pretty comfortable getup.]
Did you try smashing any of them?
[A curious headtilt of his own. That's an image that's a bit hard to picture.]
[A short flicker of a grin appears on his expression when she laughs. Just a moment but enough to show that he didn't really expect something else from her. Smashing stuff just isn't her style.]
Probably. [As she joins him, he turns toward where a group of people are playing the game in the distance, brow furrowing a bit as he studies the players.] Their form isn't very good.
[She glances over to the happy participants, watching another watermelon implode under a stick. It all looks rather graceless to her in a uniform way.]
[He hums in thought, scratching at his chin in thought. How best to explain it. It's not about different ways to swing a stick, but a choice in technique.]
There aren't many ways to swing something, but there's certain stances to get more power from it, or a different grip to keep it steady and center your strike more.
[Zelda had been around Link and other Hyrule soldiers enough to appreciate the training and knowledge that goes into swordplay. She hadn't considered that the same might translate to the whacking of fruit on the ground.]
So they would be able to smash them easier if they were positioned correctly, then.
[There's also the whold blindfolded and spun around aspect, it looks like. That's more a question of awareness and keeping a mental image of your surroundings than technique.
Lifting his head, Link points toward the game as somebody takes another swing at a fresh melon only to glance off with a chip in the shell of it, but no satisfying smash.]
Like that. He hit his target but his grip was poor so he lost it when it hit.
[A much different reaction than Zelda's amusement, Link watches the contestant take a few more brutal whacks at the watermelon and his inner swordsman winces at the fumbles.
It's just a game, he reminds himself, not a fight or even training for a fight.]
I'm sure that's the reason. That can be worked around with enough practice as well.
[She hums a bit, picking up a slice of fruit from Link's collection of food.]
I understand. There's a research institute here - Mipha was surprised to find I had not signed up to work there. It just... doesn't feel like the right time, I suppose.
[Even if it's a perfect fit for her. Something she would have leapt at in years gone by. Things are different now, though. Even in this world where being a princess is irrelevant, and she truly could become a researcher by trade.]
[She's welcome to it, of course. It's the only reason why he hadn't offered it himself when she'd sat with him. She didn't need to ask anything of him.
He does turn his head back toward her. That is a surprise, not taking the chance to work at a place like that. The chance to really do the sort of work she loved, but as she goes on, he thinks he understands.]
You don't have to rush. It's okay to take your time.
[They had shared food often enough on their travels that it doesn't even occur to Zelda to ask. Habit had taken over. Zelda purses her lips, considering Link's comment. No, there was no rush. She's not certain that's the reason she's dragging her heels on it, but even so...]
I started working for a fabric merchant not long before the Institute made a call for workers. I didn't want to abandon the work so soon just to suit my own interests.
[Wait. Is that it? She doesn't want to shirk her duties to the fabric store? He quirks an eyebrow at her, questioning. He won't push too much, instead shrugging a little bit.]
For what it's worth, I think you would be able to do a lot of good at a place like the Institute. If that's what you decide to do.
[Only partly. It's a convenient excuse for now, though it wears thin the longer she keeps at it. Zelda just stares back at Link, not rising to the eyebrow bait.]
Thank you. I will talk about it with the scientist in charge when I have the time.
[But getting a map before plunging headfirst into an unexplored area? What a novel concept that is.]
I think I know where we can find one.
[He glances up towards the sky.]
We should hurry and get everything together if we want to leave while there's still light. I can gather some supplies quickly and hunt along the way if need be.
Zelda can't deny the thrill she feels at Link's words. They were really going to go out into the world and explore. The end goal was nearly secondary to the trip. She hadn't done this in such a long time. She grins, and gestures back the way they came.]
Then let's get moving. There were stores back this way - we can get some supplies there.
Do you want to do the shipping or jump on to climbing the mountain?
[It's a little contagious, the excitement that she shows at the prospect of getting out there and seeing what the world really had to offer. He has to admit that at least part of that is his own eagerness as well.
The grin he gives in return to hers is more subdued but no less real as he nods and begins heading back in that direction.]
I can get what I need to prepare a few meals while we're there.
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She cocks her head to the side, and looks over at the watermelon smashing across the beach.]
Well, they are that too. But you can definitely eat them. You organised a lot of this, so I think the ... smashing of them is something from her own world.
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Link's own choices in clothing was more or less of a practical line of thinking. Whatever, his choices in the past were, more recently they've been more a consideration of the kinds of environments or conditions he expected to find himself in more than anything else. Today hadn't really been an exception. A sunny beach wasn't really the most best place to go tromping around in a tunic and relatively heavy trousers.
To be honest though, it's a pretty comfortable getup.]
Did you try smashing any of them?
[A curious headtilt of his own. That's an image that's a bit hard to picture.]
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No, I didn't. I thought I would leave that to people who might enjoy it more.
[Smashing things was never her chosen method of excitement. Or catharsis.]
I'm sure you would be good at it, though.
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Probably. [As she joins him, he turns toward where a group of people are playing the game in the distance, brow furrowing a bit as he studies the players.] Their form isn't very good.
[Link....]
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[She glances over to the happy participants, watching another watermelon implode under a stick. It all looks rather graceless to her in a uniform way.]
Surely there aren't many ways to do it.
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[He hums in thought, scratching at his chin in thought. How best to explain it. It's not about different ways to swing a stick, but a choice in technique.]
There aren't many ways to swing something, but there's certain stances to get more power from it, or a different grip to keep it steady and center your strike more.
[This is kind of his thing.]
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[Zelda had been around Link and other Hyrule soldiers enough to appreciate the training and knowledge that goes into swordplay. She hadn't considered that the same might translate to the whacking of fruit on the ground.]
So they would be able to smash them easier if they were positioned correctly, then.
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[There's also the whold blindfolded and spun around aspect, it looks like. That's more a question of awareness and keeping a mental image of your surroundings than technique.
Lifting his head, Link points toward the game as somebody takes another swing at a fresh melon only to glance off with a chip in the shell of it, but no satisfying smash.]
Like that. He hit his target but his grip was poor so he lost it when it hit.
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Yes, I see. Perhaps that's why the blindfolds are used - to make it harder to achieve.
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It's just a game, he reminds himself, not a fight or even training for a fight.]
I'm sure that's the reason. That can be worked around with enough practice as well.
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[He lets out a quiet breath, looking forward along the beach toward the ocean and the sky.]
I don't know if that's the right place for me.
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I understand. There's a research institute here - Mipha was surprised to find I had not signed up to work there. It just... doesn't feel like the right time, I suppose.
[Even if it's a perfect fit for her. Something she would have leapt at in years gone by. Things are different now, though. Even in this world where being a princess is irrelevant, and she truly could become a researcher by trade.]
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He does turn his head back toward her. That is a surprise, not taking the chance to work at a place like that. The chance to really do the sort of work she loved, but as she goes on, he thinks he understands.]
You don't have to rush. It's okay to take your time.
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I started working for a fabric merchant not long before the Institute made a call for workers. I didn't want to abandon the work so soon just to suit my own interests.
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For what it's worth, I think you would be able to do a lot of good at a place like the Institute. If that's what you decide to do.
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Thank you. I will talk about it with the scientist in charge when I have the time.
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We'll need to tell Mipha where we're going, too.
[She fingers the necklace for a moment, lost in thought.]
Maybe someone will have a map of the area, to help with navigation.
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[But getting a map before plunging headfirst into an unexplored area? What a novel concept that is.]
I think I know where we can find one.
[He glances up towards the sky.]
We should hurry and get everything together if we want to leave while there's still light. I can gather some supplies quickly and hunt along the way if need be.
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Zelda can't deny the thrill she feels at Link's words. They were really going to go out into the world and explore. The end goal was nearly secondary to the trip. She hadn't done this in such a long time. She grins, and gestures back the way they came.]
Then let's get moving. There were stores back this way - we can get some supplies there.
Do you want to do the shipping or jump on to climbing the mountain?
The grin he gives in return to hers is more subdued but no less real as he nods and begins heading back in that direction.]
I can get what I need to prepare a few meals while we're there.