[ She eyed it not with wariness, but with surprise. For all the wonders and great works she had seen, shar-bearers here still continue to downright surprise her. For all that she expected from Midna, her hair forming what could only be called a seat was unexpected. She had, after all, been expecting strength, not —
She gingerly sat, and her fingers moved, to pull the earth itself from the ground, and to create a small shield to hold the light off from Midna. It hovered, but she controlled it with a slight tip of her wrist, angled to block the worst of the rays, without blocking her vision. ]
Don't worry, dear. I trust you.
[ She says. What she means is: I'll be fine regardless. Akua never did too much that was... rather reckless, despite Midna's earlier evaluation. ]
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She gingerly sat, and her fingers moved, to pull the earth itself from the ground, and to create a small shield to hold the light off from Midna. It hovered, but she controlled it with a slight tip of her wrist, angled to block the worst of the rays, without blocking her vision. ]
Don't worry, dear. I trust you.
[ She says. What she means is: I'll be fine regardless. Akua never did too much that was... rather reckless, despite Midna's earlier evaluation. ]
Shall we leave this wretched prison?