[Even as he stares, he knows he's being rude. But he has to stare, genuinely, to make sure he's not going insane. This young woman looks like Zelda in all the ways he can think of, and yet looking at her as a whole, she isn't quite right. All the features are so similar as to be nearly identical, but looking at her as a whole person, she just isn't his Zelda.]
[And yet her name is Zelda? What the fuck is happening.]
I. What?
[Brilliant. Stellar. Amazing. He shakes his head.]
I don't think we have met. I mistook you for someone else. [Who also . . . has her name . . . This is so stupid.] I'm sorry, your name is Zelda? You didn't mishear me?
[ There's a lot to take in, admittedly. The most notable thing about this particular Zelda is how much rounder her face is. Baby fat in her cheeks, mostly. But her ears, too, might be a touch longer, droopier, surely they've got to be a problem at times? ]
I could never mishear my own name. It is what I was given.
[ Her tone is simple, forward, matter-of-factly. Her name isn't, admittedly, that common. What is common, however, is the passing down of this name. It's not a stretch to imagine a family member might be around. But with that, he confirms what he says; if he knew who Zelda was, he wouldn't be confused. ]
I am Princess Zelda of Hyrule, so named after the many other Princesses in my bloodline. [ They stopped counting sometime ago, you know? ]
[At this, he goes still, the confusion in his expression clearly dissipating. Now he’s processing. There are obvious curiosities, of course. The simple impracticality of naming so many princesses Zelda — but that’s not his business. The impossibility of determining the span of time between this Zelda and his own. Is she a descendent or ancestor?]
[Is that actually his business? No, of course not, but . . .]
[Is there any possibility that she might be a threat? Some shadow passes over his eyes, only mildly mitigated by the fact that she was just scrabbling in the dirt for a bauble.]
. . . We’re collecting you, then. Princesses Zelda. That’s very curious. [Was his Zelda not perfectly sufficient, when she is objectively the best one? He’s not biased.] I wonder what the royal protocol is for a situation like this.
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[. . . Wait. No, this isn't right. Is it?]
[Even as he stares, he knows he's being rude. But he has to stare, genuinely, to make sure he's not going insane. This young woman looks like Zelda in all the ways he can think of, and yet looking at her as a whole, she isn't quite right. All the features are so similar as to be nearly identical, but looking at her as a whole person, she just isn't his Zelda.]
[And yet her name is Zelda? What the fuck is happening.]
I. What?
[Brilliant. Stellar. Amazing. He shakes his head.]
I don't think we have met. I mistook you for someone else. [Who also . . . has her name . . . This is so stupid.] I'm sorry, your name is Zelda? You didn't mishear me?
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I could never mishear my own name. It is what I was given.
[ Her tone is simple, forward, matter-of-factly. Her name isn't, admittedly, that common. What is common, however, is the passing down of this name. It's not a stretch to imagine a family member might be around. But with that, he confirms what he says; if he knew who Zelda was, he wouldn't be confused. ]
I am Princess Zelda of Hyrule, so named after the many other Princesses in my bloodline. [ They stopped counting sometime ago, you know? ]
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[At this, he goes still, the confusion in his expression clearly dissipating. Now he’s processing. There are obvious curiosities, of course. The simple impracticality of naming so many princesses Zelda — but that’s not his business. The impossibility of determining the span of time between this Zelda and his own. Is she a descendent or ancestor?]
[Is that actually his business? No, of course not, but . . .]
[Is there any possibility that she might be a threat? Some shadow passes over his eyes, only mildly mitigated by the fact that she was just scrabbling in the dirt for a bauble.]
. . . We’re collecting you, then. Princesses Zelda. That’s very curious. [Was his Zelda not perfectly sufficient, when she is objectively the best one? He’s not biased.] I wonder what the royal protocol is for a situation like this.