[ Zelda has just enough time to look deeply confused when he hands her the Purah Pad before she suddenly feels herself effortlessly lifted off the floor and slung across his back like a knapsack.
She yelps in surprise, barely managing to keep ahold of the Purah Pad. Frantic questions manage to puncture the fog in her mind. What?? All he asked is if she trusted him! Why is she on his back??
"Hang on for a minute."
Oh Hylia...
Zelda throws both of her arms around Darin's neck as he heads for the window, gripping him and the Purah Pad (which she has forgotten is still recording) like her life depends on it.
Now, the Princess of Hyrule is not afraid of heights. She's not afraid of flying or traveling at really high speeds. She's not afraid of the dark, or bugs, or small spaces, or most anything at all-- frequently to her detriment, because she also lacks a healthy fear of danger.
But the Princess of Hyrule is also not normally high as a kite from licking hallucinogenic frog mucus. So with all of her senses dialed up to an 11, the realization that Darin is about to jump out a window fills her with a perfectly reasonable amount of panic. ]
Wait, wait wait-- Darin, wait!
[ He does not wait.
Out they go-- but instead of falling to the ground, he just scrambles up the side of the hotel like it's nothing. Zelda has watched Link free-hand his way up a sheer cliffside like this, but she's never been clinging to his back while he did! (Not that she wouldn't have wanted to.)
In no time at all, they're up on the roof. Zelda loosens her hold on Darin's neck enough that she's finally not nearly strangling him and glances around. The hotel isn't all that tall, but it still affords an incredible view of the leviathan that is Naughtilust and the town that has grown up on its shell. It's breathtaking.
Her attention returns to Darin as he glances towards her. "Something no one else will ever see??" What in the world could he mean by that? Her expression is still all questions and confusion, but she nods anyways. ] Yes...
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She yelps in surprise, barely managing to keep ahold of the Purah Pad. Frantic questions manage to puncture the fog in her mind. What?? All he asked is if she trusted him! Why is she on his back??
"Hang on for a minute."
Oh Hylia...
Zelda throws both of her arms around Darin's neck as he heads for the window, gripping him and the Purah Pad (which she has forgotten is still recording) like her life depends on it.
Now, the Princess of Hyrule is not afraid of heights. She's not afraid of flying or traveling at really high speeds. She's not afraid of the dark, or bugs, or small spaces, or most anything at all-- frequently to her detriment, because she also lacks a healthy fear of danger.
But the Princess of Hyrule is also not normally high as a kite from licking hallucinogenic frog mucus. So with all of her senses dialed up to an 11, the realization that Darin is about to jump out a window fills her with a perfectly reasonable amount of panic. ]
Wait, wait wait-- Darin, wait!
[ He does not wait.
Out they go-- but instead of falling to the ground, he just scrambles up the side of the hotel like it's nothing. Zelda has watched Link free-hand his way up a sheer cliffside like this, but she's never been clinging to his back while he did! (Not that she wouldn't have wanted to.)
In no time at all, they're up on the roof. Zelda loosens her hold on Darin's neck enough that she's finally not nearly strangling him and glances around. The hotel isn't all that tall, but it still affords an incredible view of the leviathan that is Naughtilust and the town that has grown up on its shell. It's breathtaking.
Her attention returns to Darin as he glances towards her. "Something no one else will ever see??" What in the world could he mean by that? Her expression is still all questions and confusion, but she nods anyways. ] Yes...