[ Zelda lays in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She has one hand resting over her heart, waiting for its racing to slow. Regret and anxiety are familiar companions to the princess, but that doesn't make them any easier to bear.
But this is a different anxiety than normal. Fuzzy images, mutable voices—impossible to bring into focus, no matter how she tries. A feeling of recognition picks at the back of her mind, just out of reach. And yet, Zelda does recognize Link, and the Champions and herself. She knows them, but still that feeling remains.
Eventually, Zelda gets out of bed. She intends to go to the kitchen, as she often does when the dreamsharing of this world wakes her, but she pauses outside Link's bedroom door. Is he awake too? Or was he able to go right back to sleep after the nightmare? Zelda steps up to the door and presses her ear against it to listen. She could knock, but she doesn't want to wake him if he did go back to sleep. ]
[action] because i can
But this is a different anxiety than normal. Fuzzy images, mutable voices—impossible to bring into focus, no matter how she tries. A feeling of recognition picks at the back of her mind, just out of reach. And yet, Zelda does recognize Link, and the Champions and herself. She knows them, but still that feeling remains.
Eventually, Zelda gets out of bed. She intends to go to the kitchen, as she often does when the dreamsharing of this world wakes her, but she pauses outside Link's bedroom door. Is he awake too? Or was he able to go right back to sleep after the nightmare? Zelda steps up to the door and presses her ear against it to listen. She could knock, but she doesn't want to wake him if he did go back to sleep. ]