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[scionofwisdom]

...Fascinating. [So, those she had spoken to were indeed correct. One was resurrected from the dead should such an event occur.]

I do not suppose...my sudden loss of clothing has anything to do with what...happened to me? [She still isn't sure. She does not want to think about it. all she could remember was pain, excruciating pain and nausea and... Well. It's best to just not think of that experience at the moment.]

At any rate, there are things that I must have back. Anyone know where they might be...?


((ooc: So Zelda's missing her crown, her gown, and her boots. She didn't have much on her when she died.))

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[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

Your Majesty...

[This is strange for him. She is and is not his other half. Well, she's related to his other half. He'll have to wrap his mind around that one.]

The loss of articles appears to be standard.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[This is an unfamiliar voice.]

I see. I suppose I ought to go in search of them. [Lucky Zelda, at least she had a nightgown. She sounds distinctly annoyed about the whole endeavor.]

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

While it does seem safer aboard, it would be a bit unseemly for a woman of your caliber to do such a thing. For the time being, why not let others tend to you for a change?

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[That is something Zelda severely dislikes. She'd fought tooth and nail against her nurses and handmaidens with this very subject.]

I am...certain I can find something in here to wear. [Stubborn? Perhaps. Angry, frustrated and secretly frightened? Yes.]

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[Sheik glances around his room. Zelda's room. Same thing, really. She's got plenty of dresses to choose from. She surely won't mind missing one.]

...Do you wish for me to bring you something, Your Majesty?

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

...That would be most helpful. [She still isn't terribly sure who she is talking to.]

If you could, I would very much appreciate it. I would very much like to begin my search for my own clothing. You are correct; doing so in my shift would be...hardly appropriate.

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[Sheik blames any sort of desire to help Zelda with the one to help his own, who's been overwhelmingly silent in the passing week or so, which isn't like her. He's worried, of course.]

Of course.

[He pauses thoughtfully. He's already suspicious as it is. Might as well not give her the impression he's an enemy.]

Your residence?

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes I suppose that would help. [Her voice is almost amused.]

Deck Seven. Room...sixty two zero even. [She's suspicious as well, and giving her location to this unknown voice does not go without Zelda preparing herself.]

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

A little, yes. [He recognizes the sound. He can almost share it with her.

Sheik decides to bring something in blue. His other half will likely accept it without much of a struggle. He already knows where Her Majesty is staying, and he sets out, gait smooth and sly, as careful as it was in Carnival.

At her door, he pauses, looks around, lifts a bandaged hand and knocks.]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[She was not surprised at how little time it took the person to reach her room. However, when she goes to answer to door, she is not unarmed. She has been...'relieved' of her blade and arrows, so she has had to improvise a bit. A water glass would suffice to knock the person out long enough for her to get away, if need be.

There were sometimes things worse than death, this much Zelda knew.

She opens the door cautiously, her dark blue eyes loaded with suspicion.]

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[Sheik doesn't seem to be carrying anything other than his harp, which she readily can't see, and the dress he's brought for her. Like it won't look strange enough for a man to be carrying something so fine.

He lifts his right hand, a bit defensive and inclines his head.]

I am the least of your worries, Your Majesty.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't seem to be threatening, but she cannot help but be a tad paranoid.]

My apologies. You will have to forgive me, at the moment I am slightly suspicious...of everyone. [She backs away from the door, glass still in her hand but lowered into a non threatening position.] Again, my apologies. Come in?

[sunofasailor.livejournal.com]

Zelda? Are you okay?

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[...This is a new voice. She answers cautiously.]

Ah...I am alive, if that is what you mean.

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[farmhandhero.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps a very familiar whine.]

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[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[She knows that whine. However, she does not understand why he is...in such a state.]

...Link?

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[farmhandhero.livejournal.com]

[A sharp bark! That's right!]

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[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

Are you alright? [She hopes so.]

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[farmhandhero.livejournal.com]

[Another bark; he's all right. He's worried about you, though, and he whines lightly and paws at the comm before heading off to find her via scent.]

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[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose you sound as though you are alright. [Even if he's a wolf and not a man.]

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[farmhandhero.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he's stuck. He's snuffling about; is he allowed to track her down, or is she being shifty?]

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[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[How unfortunate.

She's currently in her room if he would like to sniff her out.]

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[farmhandhero.livejournal.com]

[He would, if she's all right with it. Just to make sure she's okay. Have a sacred wolf pawing at your door, Zelda.]

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[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[Being that someone is pawing at her door as opposed to banging on it, it's fairly safe to assume that she knows who it is. She pulls the door open to admit him.]

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[farmhandhero.livejournal.com]

[He gives a brief bow as if to say both "hello Your Highness" and "forgive me for what I'm about to do, Your Highness" before circling her and giving her the "are you okay" inspection.]