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It's raining in Zora's Domain, as it usually is. The marble-carved walkways and drains spiral up from the lake, and the People of the Water flourish. The overhanging anxiety of the oncoming Calamity is there, but with Vah Ruta parked squarely in the reservoir above, that fear is a distant thing indeed.
For Mipha, today she is called to attend the King.
King Dorephan rarely calls his daughter into the throne room. A doting father, he likes to keep business separate from family - but this once, he is seated upon his throne, bent forwards to look over his beloved daughter, broad-shouldered hulk that he is. Water cascades down around the room in a veil from hidden channels, occluding them from both sight and any eavesdroppers. In his hand, the king clutches a parchment letter bearing the Royal Seal of Hyrule - definitely an enjoy from the Castle, as only they are unfortunately forgetful enough to send a letter written in ink to a aquatic kingdom.
"Mipha," he murmurs, as the veil of falling water parts around her shoulders to admit her entrance. "Come, sit with me. We have something important to speak of."
He takes a long breath, considering. His head tilts, and he exhales; uncomfortable, but determined to persevere.
"Do you remember young Link, the knight we fostered in his youth?" Dorephan begins carefully. "King Rhoam has suggested a - exchange, of sorts. He has offered to send Link here for an unspecified duration."
It certainly sounds pleasant enough, but her father's hesitance is unusual. Those comparatively tiny hands of his clasp over each other, squeezed tight until his knuckles pale.
For Mipha, today she is called to attend the King.
King Dorephan rarely calls his daughter into the throne room. A doting father, he likes to keep business separate from family - but this once, he is seated upon his throne, bent forwards to look over his beloved daughter, broad-shouldered hulk that he is. Water cascades down around the room in a veil from hidden channels, occluding them from both sight and any eavesdroppers. In his hand, the king clutches a parchment letter bearing the Royal Seal of Hyrule - definitely an enjoy from the Castle, as only they are unfortunately forgetful enough to send a letter written in ink to a aquatic kingdom.
"Mipha," he murmurs, as the veil of falling water parts around her shoulders to admit her entrance. "Come, sit with me. We have something important to speak of."
He takes a long breath, considering. His head tilts, and he exhales; uncomfortable, but determined to persevere.
"Do you remember young Link, the knight we fostered in his youth?" Dorephan begins carefully. "King Rhoam has suggested a - exchange, of sorts. He has offered to send Link here for an unspecified duration."
It certainly sounds pleasant enough, but her father's hesitance is unusual. Those comparatively tiny hands of his clasp over each other, squeezed tight until his knuckles pale.