the water; Clearly someone had a use for this place...
[Zelda muses aloud as she crouches by one of the pools, scribbling notes about the runes and the state of each pool as she examines them. The light spell scroll is handy, but unnecessary for now; conjuring her own specks of light to illuminate her writing is an easy enough task, even if she has to resummon them on occasion when they flicker out due to her divided attention.
Like they're doing right now, as she continues her train of thought:]
Why would someone need to make hot springs cold...?
[She should probably be warned before she tries to study the greener pools or the lake more in depth.]
lower tunnels; [When it is time to move on from the first cavern, it only makes sense to start from the bottom and work up from there. The ice covering the tunnels leading down is concerning, but unsurprising at first - perhaps one of the cooling spells had gone awry sometime in this cavern's history? But a sinking feeling settles in her gut as she slowly, carefully continues through the frigid passage, gritting her chattering teeth and suppressing the obvious conclusions to make when she passes the clawing scratch marks dug into the walls on either side, focusing only on getting to the end and when she finally does--
-- It's Zora's Domain.
No, not in actuality. The figures locked within the ice don't have any fins - they're humans and wolves and hares and all sorts of other things - but that is what she sees. She sees all of the Zora people trapped in a state between life and death, dozens of webbed hands desperately reaching for the surface, for escape, for freedom, and she knows-- she knows she can only save one. She can only save one and in saving her she'll damn her to another deathless, eternal fate.]
This can't-- This can't be here...
[He's gone. Ganondorf is gone. She sealed him away herself. So why-- why is his curse here?!
Zelda is very obviously panicking. Which is probably not a good thing to be doing when there are giant, pissed off ice-breathing salamanders in the room. Snap her out of it before she becomes a popsicle herself?]
outside; I cannot go back in there.
[She explains upon returning to the oddly clean clearing just outside the mouth of the cave. The witches heading the expedition are understanding, offering her water and food as they explain that it'll be an hour or so before the next teleportation back to the city, and Zelda... kind of hates it. She hates her weakness, hates how useless she feels, hates how she knows she would be a liability if she tried again.
She sulks under a nearby tree, waiting for the teleport, and doesn't make eye contact with anybody.]
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Zelda | Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time | OTA
Clearly someone had a use for this place...
[Zelda muses aloud as she crouches by one of the pools, scribbling notes about the runes and the state of each pool as she examines them. The light spell scroll is handy, but unnecessary for now; conjuring her own specks of light to illuminate her writing is an easy enough task, even if she has to resummon them on occasion when they flicker out due to her divided attention.
Like they're doing right now, as she continues her train of thought:]
Why would someone need to make hot springs cold...?
[She should probably be warned before she tries to study the greener pools or the lake more in depth.]
lower tunnels;
[When it is time to move on from the first cavern, it only makes sense to start from the bottom and work up from there. The ice covering the tunnels leading down is concerning, but unsurprising at first - perhaps one of the cooling spells had gone awry sometime in this cavern's history? But a sinking feeling settles in her gut as she slowly, carefully continues through the frigid passage, gritting her chattering teeth and suppressing the obvious conclusions to make when she passes the clawing scratch marks dug into the walls on either side, focusing only on getting to the end and when she finally does--
-- It's Zora's Domain.
No, not in actuality. The figures locked within the ice don't have any fins - they're humans and wolves and hares and all sorts of other things - but that is what she sees. She sees all of the Zora people trapped in a state between life and death, dozens of webbed hands desperately reaching for the surface, for escape, for freedom, and she knows-- she knows she can only save one. She can only save one and in saving her she'll damn her to another deathless, eternal fate.]
This can't-- This can't be here...
[He's gone. Ganondorf is gone. She sealed him away herself. So why-- why is his curse here?!
Zelda is very obviously panicking. Which is probably not a good thing to be doing when there are giant, pissed off ice-breathing salamanders in the room. Snap her out of it before she becomes a popsicle herself?]
outside;
I cannot go back in there.
[She explains upon returning to the oddly clean clearing just outside the mouth of the cave. The witches heading the expedition are understanding, offering her water and food as they explain that it'll be an hour or so before the next teleportation back to the city, and Zelda... kind of hates it. She hates her weakness, hates how useless she feels, hates how she knows she would be a liability if she tried again.
She sulks under a nearby tree, waiting for the teleport, and doesn't make eye contact with anybody.]
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