Mortal realms had always been a curiosity for her. She had never dared to traverse any of them while she existed in the heavens; after all, she had existed for eons without actively interfering with the souls that prayed to her. It had always been her way, to remain unseen and far out of reach of her worshippers. All Zelda could see was strife once immortals got involved in the realms of the frail, perishable creatures that claimed the celestial beings like herself were deities. She had watched her fellow celestials meddle in the affairs of mortals, sowing chaos and destruction in their wake. Some had good intentions, but the earthly creatures had such a jealous streak.
Besides, her first impression of the mortal world had not been a good one. Because of them, her other half was gone - banished into a temporal existence without knowing who they truly were. Cursed to forever be incomplete without their soulmate.
At first, Zelda held a deep, burning grudge against the mortals she found herself existing among. They were, after all, the source of all her pain and despair. Or at least, that's what Zelda told herself for the first handful of weeks she existed. Weeks? Days? Years? She wasn't quite sure, to be honest. Time was a silly thing to an immortal, and hard to keep track of when one had a singular goal in mind. Zelda knew she had existed, in this physical form, for quite some time. She had existed not as a goddess, but as a regular creature, long enough to figure out the universal language and appropriate customs that all nations seemed to respect. By pretending to be a demure, lost noble lady, she was able to survive while on her hunt in plain sight. When some became suspicious about her agelessness, Zelda simply moved on: vanishing in the night without a trace, lest any suspecting mortal tried to follow. Certain lands stripped her immortality from her at times, much to her alarm and chagrin. Zelda did not linger in those lands for very long.
This land was no different, at first. The blue and purple mare was content to lazily stroll through the whisper golden grass of the vast plains that stretched around her. The last rays of the sun's dying glow proved enough light for Zelda to navigate more treacherous paths while the first stars of the night sky glimmered over her head. She spared a sad smile for them, though grateful for her sisters and brothers' distant companionship. The thin chiffon draped over her frame rustled in the summer's breeze, though the breeze was still quite warm and offered no relief from the lingering heat of the day. Despite the normality around here, there was something that piqued Zelda's interest. Energy emanated from the ground, the trees, the creatures all around her, and the wind carried a taste of magic on its wings. This realm, whatever it may be, possessed magic - perhaps strong enough to reawaken her dormant abilities someday. Though most importantly, it offered perhaps the brightest glimmer of hope. Hope blossomed in her chest, despite her best attempts to not allow her enthusiasm to run wild.
For if there was magic, her other half had to be close.
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notes: ooof I am rusty.
"Zelda's speech!" Zelda's thoughts!
