It was her own fault, really. Most people, when they saw a mountain, would comment about how pretty it was, would admire its colors, would remark about the hands of the gods upon the landscape. When she saw a mountain, she just had to climb it.
And where had that gotten her? Stuck. That's where.
She stood on the precipice, peering down (she'd never been afraid of heights, although her recent fall in the Catfish's Maw had made her much more careful as of late). Below her, she saw the slick face of the mountain, like glass. How had she managed to get herself up there in the first place?
As she began to contemplate jumping and hoping to sprout wings (it wouldn't be entirely unprecedented around these parts), she heard a low whistle from above. She turned her head, taking a step back at just the right moment.
Marin (so AU it's not even funny) | Legend of Zelda
And where had that gotten her? Stuck. That's where.
She stood on the precipice, peering down (she'd never been afraid of heights, although her recent fall in the Catfish's Maw had made her much more careful as of late). Below her, she saw the slick face of the mountain, like glass. How had she managed to get herself up there in the first place?
As she began to contemplate jumping and hoping to sprout wings (it wouldn't be entirely unprecedented around these parts), she heard a low whistle from above. She turned her head, taking a step back at just the right moment.
A box crashed down at her feet.
"That...happened."