[ she's lived too long in a hard, unforgiving world not to be eager to make the most of such excess that spreads around her - esteemed as she'd been, she's never seen such rife opulence. usually, her will to revel in it would get the better of her. right now, after the scant information she's been given, it leaves a sour taste in her mouth. if there's a war to be fought, surely such celebration is best left for after. perhaps it's to win over softer hearts and minds, but while Nabooru isn't one to back down from a fight, she's also not the sort to throw herself in to something she doesn't understand. certainly not now.
feasts, at least, provide ample opportunity to listen in, though it seems the majority assembled here are a little like her, out of place and uncertain. still, doing the rounds of the feast table, she tries to pick up what she can, get some kind of base for herself. it's hard not to be distracted by the sheer array of food before her, though, and she spends a considerable amount of time eyeing the platters in equal parts curiosity and supicion.
the wine, at least, has not proven to be poison so far. she who dares wins. ] It's quite a greeting.
station.
[ as it is, even after settling herself there remains plenty to learn, but it's a welcome way to busy herself. despite being given a brief explanation on how to use the laptop she's currently hefting above the table, Nabooru doesn't even have the thing open. instead, she's turning it over and over, mint tea going long forgotten in favour of studying the contraption. fairies have come and gone to offer suggestions, but she's not particularly interested in paint or purble place - she wants to figure out how such a thing works.
having surmised that the little pins dotting the bottom of it must be key to seeing the innards of the beast. wanting a look at the mechanics of it, she tries teasing the nails out with her fingers, tapping around them to loosen them, and banging the thing once or twice, because Gerudo craftsmanship is second to none but calling it delicate would probably be a lie.
eventually, she removes one of her heavy golden bracelets. with the corner slotted into the top of the pin, she thinks she just might be able to unscrew it. ]
nabooru | zelda: ocarina of time | seelie
feasts, at least, provide ample opportunity to listen in, though it seems the majority assembled here are a little like her, out of place and uncertain. still, doing the rounds of the feast table, she tries to pick up what she can, get some kind of base for herself. it's hard not to be distracted by the sheer array of food before her, though, and she spends a considerable amount of time eyeing the platters in equal parts curiosity and supicion.
the wine, at least, has not proven to be poison so far. she who dares wins. ] It's quite a greeting.[ as it is, even after settling herself there remains plenty to learn, but it's a welcome way to busy herself. despite being given a brief explanation on how to use the laptop she's currently hefting above the table, Nabooru doesn't even have the thing open. instead, she's turning it over and over, mint tea going long forgotten in favour of studying the contraption. fairies have come and gone to offer suggestions, but she's not particularly interested in paint or purble place - she wants to figure out how such a thing works.
having surmised that the little pins dotting the bottom of it must be key to seeing the innards of the beast. wanting a look at the mechanics of it, she tries teasing the nails out with her fingers, tapping around them to loosen them, and banging the thing once or twice, because Gerudo craftsmanship is second to none but calling it delicate would probably be a lie.
eventually, she removes one of her heavy golden bracelets. with the corner slotted into the top of the pin, she thinks she just might be able to unscrew it. ]