Who: Mindfang and Summoner
When: Feb 4th - Afternoon
Where: Starting in the Plaza
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

So this is probably a terrible idea, but honestly? He can't just keep flying away from this issue. They're stuck in this bubble and he can't just- he knows he has to face this, hell, at least talk to her. That and he wants to see her, even if he spent sweeps preparing himself to never get to see her again. After her death it was so difficult to get that into his skull. Death was so common to his race but... to never see her again, see her move, breath, smile, it was hard on him and his heart. Summoner imagines seeing her again will be too. He was ready to never see her anymore, but he never prepared himself to see her now. He doesn't regret what he did, he won't mope infront of her, wanting forgiveness, feeling like he doesn't deserve it- no. But he feels terrible for something else and that's what makes it hard.

So as he waits in the plaza, he feels both dread and excitement. His wings flutter here and there, but he remains still, feeling odd bouts of self consciousness, knowing he's sweeps older than she would remember him. But he's quiet, and stays put, keeping his breathing steady and hiding his shaking hands in the pockets of the blue Zora tunic Zelda gave him.

Forever seems like it passes, trying to actually- not commune around the area, wanting to wait to see her in person now. He hasn't let himself get a good look at her face at all, he knows he needs to see it with his own eyes first, doesn't seem right other wise. Tch, then again, what about this situation feels right?