iStones, August 18th

[hellawrath]

[Here's another announcement by your favorite elf! Only this time, Lup hardly sounds like herself. She sounds, just, so tired. Like having fought and lost an impossible battle, tired. There's no fire or hope in her monotone voice. But whoever's still around to hear this, needs to hear this? She's got to say it anyway.]

If you haven't been here long... The dead come back in the temple. Should only be like, a few days, I-I hope.

We'll be waiting there, for them. You're welcome to join us.

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[wisdomspring]

Thousand year nap? [ She'll have more in common with the Storyteller later, when she spends a century holding back an evil beast, but Zelda hasn't experienced that yet. As such, she looks surprised, but only for a moment. The Storyteller is a god, after all, and it shouldn't be so strange that they have lived for so long. ]

... Thank you for your explanations. I should leave you to your thoughts.

[hellawrath]

[Her thoughts are kind of the last thing she wants to be alone with right now? Nice try though, kiddo, and Lup almost chuckles bitterly, barely more than a huff of air rasping through her abused lungs.]

Sure. But hey, don't-- don't be alone, okay? Just... Come to the temple, if you've got nowhere else to go.

[wisdomspring]

I will. [ She thinks to say the same thing back to this woman, but doesn't want to make assumptions. As such, the princess instead inclines her head a bit before leaving the conversation to consider what Lup has told her is, and is not, possible... ]