on first day events at wishingscales

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmm... I am not pleased with what has occurred with the boy. He will have to be watched more strictly.

...and I will have to watch myself more strictly with Zelda. She is not my Zelda and even if she were... it does not matter. I cannot allow myself to forget my place again. And you cannot allow me to either, Goddess Mun.

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[eyesofbeast]

[Squint. What's this about strict watching?]

[He doesn't like the sound of that old man.]

[splitthetimeline]

[Afraid to use your tongue?

Or are you using your head enough to realize doing so would just get you knocked down again, child]

[hardworkingprince]

Why does it not matter that Zelda is not your Zelda?

[splitthetimeline]

Because that is the way of things, child.

[hardworkingprince]

That is a rather boring answer. If you do not want to talk about it, you can just say so! I will not mind. I did not know I was prying. [poutpout --

OH HE JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING. His expression brightens suddenly.]

Oh! I just remembered. That is the place where I will be going soon! Is it a nice place? Is it full of all kinds of things?

[splitthetimeline]

You are an odd child.

[He gives you a doggie smile.]

It is nice so far. Full of many things. Some very nice. Some not as much. It depends on what you find to be 'nice'.

[hardworkingprince]

Perhaps! [Prince you're going to hear that a lot. Just so you know.]

Excellent! I am sure I will be able to make many wonderful katamari there. [He says this as if it is the BEST THING EVER.]

[splitthetimeline]

What is a katamari?

[hardworkingprince]

It is a ball to which everything sticks! I roll the katamari to make it as big as I can. It is a lot of fun, even if it is hard work.

I hope this place is full of lots of new things! I would like to expand my collection.

[splitthetimeline]

You... roll a ball... to make everything stick to it.

...

Why?

[hardworkingprince]

It is a sport my father invented! It turned out to be much more useful than anyone would have predicted, though...

You see, once a katamari has been rolled, it can then be turned into a star.

[splitthetimeline]

You create the stars? Truly?

[desert_fate]

So my mun says you're supposed to be a version of me. One of the ones that fought the Gerudo Ganondorf.

[This Link however was clearly not one of the forest, his skin had a deep tan and his body even more suited to athletics. His accent was even closer to the dialect of the desert.]

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmmm... I suppose that depends on what era you were born in, child.

[He's going to come up and sniff you. See how different your scent is.]

[desert_fate]

Do you remember Nabooru?

[It was his best way to answer the question. His scent definitely wasn't of the forest but it wasn't completely unfamiliar. He smelled much like the Gerudo women. He lived like them after all. Though there was an undeniable scent that was clearly Link. They still had the same parents in the end so there was a genetic similarity that could not be mistaken.]

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmmm... I remember a lot of things.

[Implying Nabooru was one of them. He wasn't going to give anything away when he didn't know this boy. Especially when his scent was so different.]

You smell of the desert and Gerudo. Did you earn your place among them, then?

[desert_fate]

I lived among them. They raised me.

It's one of the distinct splits between us. Rather than fleeing to the forest my mother fled to the desert thinking a group of women would heed her request to protect me from the harsh environment.

It worked out somehow.

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmmm... so you were given a place as a child. I am surprised Ganondorf didn't remove you. I would have expected otherwise.

[He circles, still wary of this boy.]

[desert_fate]

Oh things did eventually came to a climax between him and the Gerudo women regarding that issue. By that time though the girls were rather fond of me and not so much of his megalomania. So they kicked him out. Sure he could of used his magic on them but now I realize that at the time he still needed the king's favor so taking harsh action against his own people wasn't an option.

[splitthetimeline]

That is very different than I remember their relationship. The Gerudo were quite fond of their King, even after his conquering of Hyrule. All save Nabooru.

[He walks away and sits down. Studying the boy.]

It is odd to me that just my appearance within their group would be such a catalyst. But fate has done odder things.


[[ooc: I don't see any info on your AU in your journal. Do you have a write up of it somewhere? I'm interested in reading it.]]

[desert_fate]

Well I find it weird that the old twig treated you so kindly. He was very direct with me.

[He sat down and did the same.]

((OOC: Not yet, I'm using voice testing to hammer out the kinks in his story first.))

[splitthetimeline]

Do not speak so of your elders boy.

[His voice was sharp, stern.]

The Great Deku Tree's existence was tied to our fate. The Kokiri were there for our protection, to give us a safe place to grow and learn of the world without drawing the attention of Ganondorf to us before we were ready to face him. When you did not come to him, his purpose was subverted and without aim. He had no reason not to be direct to you. It does not mean he was being rude or unkindly.

[hardworkingprince]

We can! It is our job to take care of the cosmos. After all, we are the royalty of the cosmos.

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmmm... I was not aware I was speaking to royalty. You have a very noble and important duty, child.

1/3

[hardworkingprince]

It is okay! I am only the Prince. It is my father who is the King.

Besides, I would have not had to roll the katamari if it were not for...

2/3

[hardworkingprince]

...

3/3

[hardworkingprince]

Never mind, it is a long story.

[splitthetimeline]

I am but a shade of my former self, child. I have time should you wish to tell it.

[He's totally, politely, trolling you, Prince.]

[hardworkingprince]

[The Prince is entirely falling for it, because he doesn't know any better. Also because now he gets to complain about his father. ... The Prince hopes he isn't listening.]

Well... My father... He is very... How should I say this...

[Irresponsible? Insane? A man-child?]

He has trouble taking things seriously sometimes. He gets carried away, you see. And he sort of... Well... He... The stars... Let us just say there was nothing twinkling in the night sky.

[desert_fate]

Didn't say he was a bad guy though. Just a little gruff, like you.

[splitthetimeline]

[When 900 years you become...]

Hrmmm... do not call him the 'old twig' unless you mean to be disrespectful.

[splitthetimeline]

I do not remember such an occasion as the total loss of the stars, child. Was this recent?

1/2

[cant_be_tamed]

[Oh hey, it's this guy again. Always nice to see him, even if he did pop up in weird places...]

2/2

[cant_be_tamed]

[...Wait. What's with the "watched more strictly" stuff? Is he...

The "wolf" hasn't actually been following him around this whole time, has he?

Let's see how long the two of them can hold a conversation without actually saying anything!]

[splitthetimeline]

[The Golden wolf is settled in, seemingly bored. Watching you, child. Watching. You.

Like always.]

[cant_be_tamed]

[...Is he really just going to sit there and...yes. Yes, he is.

...You decided to not backtalk the guy who could give you five across the eyes whenever he wanted. So...]

...How long? [It wasn't backtalk if he asked something that he was really curious about, right?]

[splitthetimeline]

[You get a wry doggie smile, Hero.]

Hrmmm...? How long what, child?

[hardworkingprince]

It was! But maybe you come from far enough away that you still had plenty of stars while the Earth had none.

[this makes perfect sense, what are you talking about]

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmmm... perhaps. I suspect this 'earth' you speak of isn't the ground we walk on?

[cant_be_tamed]

[Oh don't give him that, you obviously know what he's talking about. He closes his eyes, takes a deeeeeep breath, and tries again.]

Was it before Faron Woods or what?

[Look, he's not mad or anything, he's just curious about how long a ghost/wolf/person/knight/ancestor(????) has been watching him.]

[splitthetimeline]

[He's ~old~ and his ~memory is going~. Maybe he doesn't know what you're talking about, child. Maybe today he only remembers how to howl~]

Was what before Faron Woods, boy? You'll have to be more clear in your questions.

[cant_be_tamed]

[Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffine.]

Were y'following me around before I saw you there or not?

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmmm... Yes.

[His tail wags.]

I couldn't have found you otherwise, child.

[eyesofbeast]

[HAH. He's not afraid!]

I'm not a kid. I don't need to be [stalked] watched.

[splitthetimeline]

[Anger leads to fear... Wait. Wrong movie.]

Hrmmm... you are no longer so young as to be a pup, no. But you are still a child and it is still my duty to watch over you.

[eyesofbeast]

[Duty? Stuffy.] Why? Who assigned you?