[ sierra is good at icing people out. she wouldn’t do it gladly, but if she felt she had to, she would ignore zelda for the rest of their time in this town together.
zelda complicates it by reaching out to her, and when she reads the message, she sighs. ]
[ and she won't. she gets to the front of the library wearing some light winter wear, the weather not too harsh to warrant her thicker fabrics, leaning into the worn brick and keeping a look out. either for a woman or for a bat, but mainly she's trying not to feel anxious. their last encounter still sticks in her thoughts and she doesn't think it'll stop until she sees her again, well and good. ]
[ sierra approaches as a bat, but she transforms before she reaches the door—looking distinctly uncomfortable. she’s no good at apologies even when she feels like one is warranted here, and she feels guilty for what she put zelda through in the first place.
[ she saw the bat coming, but it's only when sierra transforms and greets her does her tongue come out to say something. the turtleneck she wears hides faint imprints of the bite mark, as it still continues to heal, and zelda subconsciously touches her fingers to the side of her neck as she makes her greeting. ]
[ sierra can’t just pretend as if she doesn’t care, because that does neither of them no favors. still, her brow furrows, troubled—she doesn’t know how to proceed. ]
…I was consumed by my rune. I was not myself. Forgive me, Zelda.
[ her clipped words are evidence enough of how difficult this is for her. ]
[ she blinks, surprised at that response. it didn't even occur to her that was what happened. she thought sierra's demonic roots were just being affected by whatever was happening in the ice castle. ]
I thought it granted you your powers. How is it linked to your nature?
[ sierra lifts her hand, looking at the faint crescent moon etched across her skin. she sighs. ]
There are too many aspects to explain, but all you need to know is that my mastery of it relies on my feelings. Without those feelings, it overpowers me. I must be stronger than it.
And in your state, your feelings were... muted. Devoid.
[ she breathes out a labored breath, realizing the gravity of it all now, and realizing how much sierra must have been hurting. both back then and now. zelda smiles at her and it's weak but true as always, hoping to reassure. ]
I forgive you, Sierra. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what. Or if I could have even helped. You got away from me before I even had the chance.
[ sierra has her guesses. she is a vampire, after all, and although she isn’t as susceptible as most of her kind to things like holy relics, it must be something divine in zelda’s blood or on her person that’s harmed her.
[ she sounds horribly stunned, pushing a bit of her hair behind her ear when she says it. is it a testament to their friendship or that she isn't being particularly subtle? either way sierra's boldness is, as always, catching her off-guard. ]
...Truthfully, I'm... not afraid, but anxious about telling you. I feel as though you'll look at me differently once I do.
[ in the castle she came from, there were all kinds of people—though no one, perhaps, quite like zelda. her eyes are soft as she speaks, as honestly reassuring as she can be. ]
Werewolves, unicorns, gods, demons… I won’t see you any different. I would be a hypocrite.
[ and she thinks that must surely play into why she feels at ease with sierra. there's no worry or concern over being "discovered" - not that she ever really makes the attempt to hide, but if anyone were to ask she knows what she would say. that answer isn't the same one she'll give to sierra now. ]
It's a long story, and I fear I could be here all day relegating the tales of old if I were to even begin. To put it shortly - the goddess I pray to, Hylia, is not just my patron deity alone. She is my ancestor, and I one of her many daughters throughout time. ...Hence my blood is her blood - the blood of a goddess.
[ it is something heavy to consider. even living in a world without gods like the one zelda descends from, sierra understands the concept of more human deities, or vessels for them. it’s an ancestry to be both feared and awed, but surely by someone who isn’t sierra—for her, it’s another aspect of zelda, and something that suits her just the same. ]
No wonder, then.
[ without thinking, she covers the rune on her hand with her other, thoughtfully stroking her thumb across the mark. ]
[ quick to correct, her anxiety still has her wound up. her fists are tightened by her sides and she huffs out a cold puff of air. saying it is about as hard as she expected it to be. ]
It's... not easy to explain. The people of Hyrule are well aware of my status -- I never dreamed I would have to even say it aloud. So, please, don't call me a goddess.
[ sierra isn’t above apologizing when she feels it’s warranted, though she’s been doing much more of it here than she ever expected to in her life. it’s simply a testament to how much she respects zelda that she’s willing. ]
Your burden is great, in any case. I think you carry it better than most would.
[ there’s an unspoken but there, acknowledging that no matter how good zelda is at all this, it doesn’t make it easy. ]
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zelda complicates it by reaching out to her, and when she reads the message, she sighs. ]
I am not a child. We can meet somewhere.
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[ but she suspects sierra knows that, so the next message is quick- ]
Near the library alright by you?
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Don’t keep me waiting.
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damn these feelings. ]
…Zelda.
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[ she saw the bat coming, but it's only when sierra transforms and greets her does her tongue come out to say something. the turtleneck she wears hides faint imprints of the bite mark, as it still continues to heal, and zelda subconsciously touches her fingers to the side of her neck as she makes her greeting. ]
Are you feeling better now?
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[ sierra looks—and feels—uncomfortable with all of this, as may be expected, especially when zelda touches her neck.
she’d been fine, until she received this message. ]
I never got a good look at it. Was it bad?
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[ she sighs small, shoulders slumping. ]
I'm sorry, I know this is difficult and strange for both of us. But I've missed speaking with you. And I don't want us to avoid each other.
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…I was consumed by my rune. I was not myself. Forgive me, Zelda.
[ her clipped words are evidence enough of how difficult this is for her. ]
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[ she blinks, surprised at that response. it didn't even occur to her that was what happened. she thought sierra's demonic roots were just being affected by whatever was happening in the ice castle. ]
I thought it granted you your powers. How is it linked to your nature?
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[ sierra lifts her hand, looking at the faint crescent moon etched across her skin. she sighs. ]
There are too many aspects to explain, but all you need to know is that my mastery of it relies on my feelings. Without those feelings, it overpowers me. I must be stronger than it.
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[ she breathes out a labored breath, realizing the gravity of it all now, and realizing how much sierra must have been hurting. both back then and now. zelda smiles at her and it's weak but true as always, hoping to reassure. ]
I forgive you, Sierra. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what. Or if I could have even helped. You got away from me before I even had the chance.
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[ but sierra’s mind is clear now, and she’s not even as cold as she used to be—not cold at all, actually, now that they’ve returned. ]
Thank you for reaching out.
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[ because she wasn't honestly sure if sierra would, her dear prideful friend hating vulnerability. ]
Do you... want to know about why my blood caused you pain?
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most likely, somehow, in her blood. ]
I think it’s something you want to tell me.
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[ she sounds horribly stunned, pushing a bit of her hair behind her ear when she says it. is it a testament to their friendship or that she isn't being particularly subtle? either way sierra's boldness is, as always, catching her off-guard. ]
...Truthfully, I'm... not afraid, but anxious about telling you. I feel as though you'll look at me differently once I do.
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[ in the castle she came from, there were all kinds of people—though no one, perhaps, quite like zelda. her eyes are soft as she speaks, as honestly reassuring as she can be. ]
Werewolves, unicorns, gods, demons… I won’t see you any different. I would be a hypocrite.
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[ and she thinks that must surely play into why she feels at ease with sierra. there's no worry or concern over being "discovered" - not that she ever really makes the attempt to hide, but if anyone were to ask she knows what she would say. that answer isn't the same one she'll give to sierra now. ]
It's a long story, and I fear I could be here all day relegating the tales of old if I were to even begin. To put it shortly - the goddess I pray to, Hylia, is not just my patron deity alone. She is my ancestor, and I one of her many daughters throughout time. ...Hence my blood is her blood - the blood of a goddess.
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No wonder, then.
[ without thinking, she covers the rune on her hand with her other, thoughtfully stroking her thumb across the mark. ]
A princess, and a goddess. How… lonely.
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[ quick to correct, her anxiety still has her wound up. her fists are tightened by her sides and she huffs out a cold puff of air. saying it is about as hard as she expected it to be. ]
It's... not easy to explain. The people of Hyrule are well aware of my status -- I never dreamed I would have to even say it aloud. So, please, don't call me a goddess.
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[ sierra isn’t above apologizing when she feels it’s warranted, though she’s been doing much more of it here than she ever expected to in her life. it’s simply a testament to how much she respects zelda that she’s willing. ]
Your burden is great, in any case. I think you carry it better than most would.
[ there’s an unspoken but there, acknowledging that no matter how good zelda is at all this, it doesn’t make it easy. ]