[... She'll take "Things she doesn't want to know the meaning of" for $500, Alex.]
You've gone mad.
[She says, more to herself than anyone else at the moment, to hammer that point home as the adrenaline courses through her veins. Shadow's gone mad, and taking the risk of trying to get through to her with words will mean putting her life on the line. And that's a chance she simply cannot allow herself to take. Her survival comes before all else, and Courage has never been her virtue.
There is very little she can do, pinned beneath Shadow as she is. But she's spent so many nights reading by the light of her own magic that it hardly takes but a wiggle of her fingers to summon the familiar orb of golden light that so often hovers around her head when she does. Only... it glows brighter, and brighter, and brighter, until she's pumped so much magic into it that it's akin to a fallen star hovering in the breath of space between them, in the hopes of blinding the woman above her, of forcing her to release her hold on her "pretty prey" even just slightly, even for just a moment.
Because you can bet the moment Zelda feels any change in pressure bearing down upon her, she's capitalizing on it and scrambling for freedom as fast as her winged body can carry her.]
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You've gone mad.
[She says, more to herself than anyone else at the moment, to hammer that point home as the adrenaline courses through her veins. Shadow's gone mad, and taking the risk of trying to get through to her with words will mean putting her life on the line. And that's a chance she simply cannot allow herself to take. Her survival comes before all else, and Courage has never been her virtue.
There is very little she can do, pinned beneath Shadow as she is. But she's spent so many nights reading by the light of her own magic that it hardly takes but a wiggle of her fingers to summon the familiar orb of golden light that so often hovers around her head when she does. Only... it glows brighter, and brighter, and brighter, until she's pumped so much magic into it that it's akin to a fallen star hovering in the breath of space between them, in the hopes of blinding the woman above her, of forcing her to release her hold on her "pretty prey" even just slightly, even for just a moment.
Because you can bet the moment Zelda feels any change in pressure bearing down upon her, she's capitalizing on it and scrambling for freedom as fast as her winged body can carry her.]