[ 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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[ 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. ]