[ you did your best, zelda, but dextera can’t believe this is the path she’s chosen to take.
he stumbles back, this time in surprise rather than exhaustion. even when zelda’s body hits the siren, it seems much more concerned with rescuing his sword from this horrible human holding it hostage. it reaches out with a clawed, webbed hand, struggling to get away from zelda.
it shrieks, but at least it’s not a song. ]
Stay there!
[ hold it down, he means, but he’s trying to think fast and sign is like his sixth language, not his first. ]
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[ you did your best, zelda, but dextera can’t believe this is the path she’s chosen to take.
he stumbles back, this time in surprise rather than exhaustion. even when zelda’s body hits the siren, it seems much more concerned with rescuing his sword from this horrible human holding it hostage. it reaches out with a clawed, webbed hand, struggling to get away from zelda.
it shrieks, but at least it’s not a song. ]
Stay there!
[ hold it down, he means, but he’s trying to think fast and sign is like his sixth language, not his first. ]