[ Although Zelda's head is full to bursting with questions about what on earth Darin intends to do, she still allows him to adjust her position on his back without protest. (She also takes the time to get a better hold on the Purah Pad so she can record this amazing view.) It's interesting how the princess seemed pretty frazzled when it came to scratching his back, but is noticeably unbothered by being carried, even in in her drug-induced state.
She opens her mouth to ask what she should get ready for, but then he suddenly leaps upward off the roof, sending them soaring into the sky. The force of the air as it rushes against Zelda pulls the breath right out of her lungs as they fly upward.
The intense air pressure tapers off as they reach the apex of his jump arc and there's a minute where gravity and inertia are in perfect balance that they're suspended weightless high in the sky.
The sight is breathtaking, but she somehow manages to find the air to gasp in awe all the same.
The sun has sunk just below the horizon and everything that should have been blue is now painted with thick brushstrokes in yellows, oranges, reds, and violets. The ocean glitters, light rippling off the rolling waves, like a carpet of polished coins and gems spread out as far as the eye can see. Naughtilust, glowing with the light of its dozens of lanterns, is positively dull in comparison.
This is not the first time Zelda has every been this high in the sky. Vah Medoh could reach heights like these and Revali was pleased to have the opportunity to show off his skill at handling the Divine Beast by flying the princess around.
But Zelda has never felt the very sky itself flush against her, as though she was soaring through it on her own pair of wings.
At first, Zelda starts to record the view with the Purah Pad, but somehow, it doesn't look nearly as beautiful on the screen as it does in her eyes. She lets the pad languish against Darin's shoulder, taking in the beauty of the scene with her own eyes. It's exquisite on its own, but the effects of the drug heighten what she sees beyond anything she's ever experienced. The colors seem to dance, a hundred thousand ballroom dancers dressed in the most luxurious gowns ever sewn, sweeping across the sea in a dazzling display. They sing, a symphony of sound, perfectly in harmony, tugging so strongly at the princess's heart that she's nearly moved to tears. ]
It's beautiful.
[ She's normally quite articulate, but even if her mind wasn't muddled with the drug, she wouldn't be able to find suitable words to describe the beauty of this scene. ]
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She opens her mouth to ask what she should get ready for, but then he suddenly leaps upward off the roof, sending them soaring into the sky. The force of the air as it rushes against Zelda pulls the breath right out of her lungs as they fly upward.
The intense air pressure tapers off as they reach the apex of his jump arc and there's a minute where gravity and inertia are in perfect balance that they're suspended weightless high in the sky.
The sight is breathtaking, but she somehow manages to find the air to gasp in awe all the same.
The sun has sunk just below the horizon and everything that should have been blue is now painted with thick brushstrokes in yellows, oranges, reds, and violets. The ocean glitters, light rippling off the rolling waves, like a carpet of polished coins and gems spread out as far as the eye can see. Naughtilust, glowing with the light of its dozens of lanterns, is positively dull in comparison.
This is not the first time Zelda has every been this high in the sky. Vah Medoh could reach heights like these and Revali was pleased to have the opportunity to show off his skill at handling the Divine Beast by flying the princess around.
But Zelda has never felt the very sky itself flush against her, as though she was soaring through it on her own pair of wings.
At first, Zelda starts to record the view with the Purah Pad, but somehow, it doesn't look nearly as beautiful on the screen as it does in her eyes. She lets the pad languish against Darin's shoulder, taking in the beauty of the scene with her own eyes. It's exquisite on its own, but the effects of the drug heighten what she sees beyond anything she's ever experienced. The colors seem to dance, a hundred thousand ballroom dancers dressed in the most luxurious gowns ever sewn, sweeping across the sea in a dazzling display. They sing, a symphony of sound, perfectly in harmony, tugging so strongly at the princess's heart that she's nearly moved to tears. ]
It's beautiful.
[ She's normally quite articulate, but even if her mind wasn't muddled with the drug, she wouldn't be able to find suitable words to describe the beauty of this scene. ]