[ A Moblin would probably make a foul tasting meal, but better to be the one eating than being eaten. Snatches of the dream come back to her at that thought, images of monsters rending limbs from bodies, their sharp teeth tearing through soft flesh.
No, none of that. Zelda smacks her cheeks with both hands until they sting. ]
I do have a grievance, actually. I would like to know why my nightmares must repeatedly be shared with the entire population of Reverein. I had a perfectly lovely dream about flying over the Wildlands on the back of a giant butterfly just last week that I would have been happy to share, were I given any say in the matter. I hardly think it's appropriate that my privacy should be so disrespected in this form. Are we not guests in this world? Is it too much to ask that none be privy to my greatest fears unless I desire to share them?
[ Actually, this is quite cathartic. Zelda has never really complained openly about anything before, except to her diary (and, occasionally, to/at Link). ]
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No, none of that. Zelda smacks her cheeks with both hands until they sting. ]
I do have a grievance, actually. I would like to know why my nightmares must repeatedly be shared with the entire population of Reverein. I had a perfectly lovely dream about flying over the Wildlands on the back of a giant butterfly just last week that I would have been happy to share, were I given any say in the matter. I hardly think it's appropriate that my privacy should be so disrespected in this form. Are we not guests in this world? Is it too much to ask that none be privy to my greatest fears unless I desire to share them?
[ Actually, this is quite cathartic. Zelda has never really complained openly about anything before, except to her diary (and, occasionally, to/at Link). ]