Dead...?

[she must be, because there's no way she could've dreamed something up as wild as this! there are structures and designs completely alien to the princess, and it's boggling enough to keep panic at bay as she tries her best to keep herself afloat in all this madness. after all, one minute you're riding out to the Ylissean border to meet friends on a restoration project, the next you're...here.

dead?

standing idle is not her style, so she is quick to move about, wandering the city and boggling at the oddities laid out before her. as many are often drawn to the familiar, so too is she keener to moving toward fortress battlements and castles that have that similar look to what she knows best. and--

is that...is that a training ground? all the more reason to investigate: showing up without Falchion at her hip has her anxious, so she'll make an effort to find it there! and if she hurries up, maybe the green bead on her tiara will stop talking to her? please??]

W-wait! Stop!!

[she's been chasing this gaggle tanuki for some time, out of the city and into the woods. why?

THAT'S HER SWORD THEY GOT THERE.

or so she thinks: only once she's managed to get the advantage of a dip in terrain to launch herself further, to lung and leap at the lot of them to grab her precious heirloom does it burst into puffs of smoke...and a leaf. the remainder of critters bank away, skittering southward toward the beach, leaving the princess in the dust with her leaf-prize.]

N...no way...

[her eyes can't help but begin to well up, face reddening as her frustration starts to boil over. she couldn't let herself cry in public, but out here in the wilderness? it's going to be a losing battle. so even as she's sitting up on her knees and dusting herself up, she hiccups back a few broken sniffles and sobs.

this isn't fair!]