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Art!
A commission that I actually might finish this time! ...if Painter doesn't collapse from the massive RAM-age.
Closeup to the EXTREEEEME
I'm trying to learn from Anry, does it show?
Writing!
Though she had expected to spend much of her time missing Link's presence, Zelda found herself well-distracted by her increasing load of responsibilities. The King had largely recovered from his wounds since Ganondorf's thwarted coup, though he still tired easily and often called on his daughter to manage minor court duties, saying that she needed the practice sooner than later. In addition to her usual lessons of history, letters, and basic geography, Impa had insisted that Zelda begin studying diplomatic tactics to prepare for her new burdens. It was fascinating but difficult material to digest, and even when Zelda dozed off to half-conscious dreams at night, her mind was left cluttered with baited words and delicate courtesies to unravel like some great mess of a Skulltula web.
Late fall brought the Princess's birthday, an easy excuse for one of the numerous end-of-year feasts in the castle. Impatient as she always was for such pompous events, Zelda slipped away just after the third jewel-encrusted brooch that night was presented by some favor-seeking noble she had never before met. She darted for the garden as soon as she was out of sight, deftly avoiding the few servants on the way to her habitual sanctuary. Ducking behind wide columns and into shadowed alcoves was easy game after a whole summer of practice.
The air outdoors was bitingly chilly, but Zelda found it preferable to the increasingly stuffy atmosphere in the castle's main hall. She wove her way between the familiar plants, not caring if she caught her skirt on errant twigs. Only a few limp blossoms remained amidst the bushes, most having succumbed to the autumn frost. They would have to be replanted come spring. /I wonder if I could plant snowflowers here,/ Zelda thought idly, brushing a dried leaf from its branch. /I should've asked Link before he left.../
"You've escaped again, Princess."
The abrupt voice would have startled her when she was a few years younger, but Zelda merely stifled a sigh. "Must I go back, Impa?"
"Participating in - and tolerating - all the moores of social occasions is also a valuable skill for any future ruler of the country." The Sheikah woman gestured for Zelda to follow, and the princess obeyed grudgingly.
"It isn't as if I haven't attended my share of them already," Zelda grumbled as she brushed off her skirt. "I pay attention to all the ceremonies and important meetings and everything. But there's no practical purpose for the birthday banquets, Impa. It's just a chance for the men to get drunk and the women to show off their wealth."
Impa chuckled. "Indeed, both have taken place to most parties' satisfaction."
"So why am I going back there? Hasn't everyone passed out from the wine already?"
"We are not returning to the feast, Zelda. It is almost bedtime for you. However, there is something I need to discuss with you."
"Not the etiquitte lecture again, Impa, I already did my reading--"
"No, my impatient little princess. This is about your future training."
Argh, this chapter is boring. No wonder it's not getting done.
Travel!
Tomorrow I'll be hopping on the train to Shanghai! A couple days after that I'll be on a plane back home! Looking forward to life without mosquitos and squatting toilets! ^^;;
A commission that I actually might finish this time! ...if Painter doesn't collapse from the massive RAM-age.
Closeup to the EXTREEEEME
I'm trying to learn from Anry, does it show?
Writing!
Though she had expected to spend much of her time missing Link's presence, Zelda found herself well-distracted by her increasing load of responsibilities. The King had largely recovered from his wounds since Ganondorf's thwarted coup, though he still tired easily and often called on his daughter to manage minor court duties, saying that she needed the practice sooner than later. In addition to her usual lessons of history, letters, and basic geography, Impa had insisted that Zelda begin studying diplomatic tactics to prepare for her new burdens. It was fascinating but difficult material to digest, and even when Zelda dozed off to half-conscious dreams at night, her mind was left cluttered with baited words and delicate courtesies to unravel like some great mess of a Skulltula web.
Late fall brought the Princess's birthday, an easy excuse for one of the numerous end-of-year feasts in the castle. Impatient as she always was for such pompous events, Zelda slipped away just after the third jewel-encrusted brooch that night was presented by some favor-seeking noble she had never before met. She darted for the garden as soon as she was out of sight, deftly avoiding the few servants on the way to her habitual sanctuary. Ducking behind wide columns and into shadowed alcoves was easy game after a whole summer of practice.
The air outdoors was bitingly chilly, but Zelda found it preferable to the increasingly stuffy atmosphere in the castle's main hall. She wove her way between the familiar plants, not caring if she caught her skirt on errant twigs. Only a few limp blossoms remained amidst the bushes, most having succumbed to the autumn frost. They would have to be replanted come spring. /I wonder if I could plant snowflowers here,/ Zelda thought idly, brushing a dried leaf from its branch. /I should've asked Link before he left.../
"You've escaped again, Princess."
The abrupt voice would have startled her when she was a few years younger, but Zelda merely stifled a sigh. "Must I go back, Impa?"
"Participating in - and tolerating - all the moores of social occasions is also a valuable skill for any future ruler of the country." The Sheikah woman gestured for Zelda to follow, and the princess obeyed grudgingly.
"It isn't as if I haven't attended my share of them already," Zelda grumbled as she brushed off her skirt. "I pay attention to all the ceremonies and important meetings and everything. But there's no practical purpose for the birthday banquets, Impa. It's just a chance for the men to get drunk and the women to show off their wealth."
Impa chuckled. "Indeed, both have taken place to most parties' satisfaction."
"So why am I going back there? Hasn't everyone passed out from the wine already?"
"We are not returning to the feast, Zelda. It is almost bedtime for you. However, there is something I need to discuss with you."
"Not the etiquitte lecture again, Impa, I already did my reading--"
"No, my impatient little princess. This is about your future training."
Argh, this chapter is boring. No wonder it's not getting done.
Travel!
Tomorrow I'll be hopping on the train to Shanghai! A couple days after that I'll be on a plane back home! Looking forward to life without mosquitos and squatting toilets! ^^;;