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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?

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

To be anticipated given what you have gone through. [That and the idea that she doesn't seem to know everyone aboard just yet.

He carefully shows himself in, giving one final glance around. Spying the glass in her hand, he eyes it carefully. She was going to take him out like that? Creative, surely.]

If you want to be more successful with that, you should ensure you have a better grasp. Otherwise the momentum from your movement may not make it as effective as it could be.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[She hefted the glass in her hand, then peered at him. It's certainly a non threatening gesture, simply moving it in her fingers while he speaks.]

It could work in two ways, depending on the angle that someone comes at me. [She doesn't set it down.] The back of the head, hard enough, ought to be enough to knock a man out. [Zelda's arms are not as dainty as a princesses should be.] Or, smashed into the face of an oncoming attacker, it could prove a very effective deterrent, though, without proper protection, it will harm me as well. [Not that that would stop her from doing it, and running.]

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[Sheik genuinely chortles. They may look similar, darker hair aside and the obvious notion that Her Majesty is older, but there's a huge difference between them. He's amused by the notion to see how they contrast, especially when he knows one so personally.

He doesn't seem to disagree, though.]

A very valid point, Your Majesty.

[He offers her the dress he's brought.] I would think it should fit you. Likely, anyway.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[The corners of her mouth threaten to uplift, but she glances away, and when she turns back her face is the careful mask she is known for.]

I appreciate it. [She takes the dress offered to her, and regards him curiously.]

May I ask who you are?

[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.

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[He scrutinizes her carefully, looking for the change in her demeanor. It's vague, but Sheik knows better than any façade that she's putting on. She can act all she'd like, though. He'll pretend he's none the wiser.

He gestures to himself.]

I am Sheik, survivor of the Sheikah.

[He doesn't know how much they may know in the future of the Sheikah, but... surely something has been said. And if not, then Zelda will one day find herself an audience to a story.]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[Zelda's face registered shock for the slightest moment.]

I...see. [There were...hints scattered throughout Hyrule about the Sheikah, along with rumors...always rumors associated with the Hyrule family. There is something about him that is familiar, something that makes her not so...embarrassed to be standing there with him in her night clothes, a glass in one hand and a dress draped over the other..]

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[He softens, if only a little at her reaction. So she does know. He doesn't know what she knows, but she at least has heard of them.

Sheik considers his wording thoughtfully. This is Zelda, a woman related to his own. She is trustworthy. He will not tell her about the literal connection he has with his, however...]

I am a guardian to the Princess of my own time, if that will allow you to understand better.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[She glances away, then set the glass down. It was a sign of her trust. Her eyes flick over his form critically, her gaze sharp.]

Your time. When is it?

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't seem moved by her analysis of him. He doesn't know what she's looking for, but he doesn't mind.]

Years before yours. You're acquainted with her aboard. The princess, I mean.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

I see. [Interesting. She is not quite sure what to think yet, there are thoughts in her mind, but she does not yet know what to make of them, or of him.

She eyes the gown in her hands, then nods her head towards the bathroom.] Give me a moment...?

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[Sheik assumes it must be very difficult for others to accept such changes. He has had time to become accustomed to the idea, though it does not mean he fails to hold skepticism or wary perspectives.

He nods to her and turns away, politely averting his gaze. He compares her environment to his, to find similarities and differences.]

By all means.