/ i’ve been thinking about tiri a lot lately and what i want to do with her. also makes me wonder what futureverse tiri would be like.
much to decide on i guess.
she has all of her jewelry laid out in front of her; polishin each one. but, she seems to be intently focused on one in particular. her golden earring.
there’s an inscription on the inside of the wheel. small, worn away with time.
…. she can’t read it for the life of her. tch.
a woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. she goes where she will without pretense & arrives at her destination prepared to be herself, & only herself.
she’s solo today—- an exciting whirlwind of fire to the tempo of the festival’s music.
the guest of honor isn’t here, but celebrations are in full swing, anyway. and if Kaitira’s learned anything in her time spent here …
it’s that Islean’s love a party, and a good fire dance.
“mm … typical. was that not months ago? he should be over it by now. they aren’t even here.”
she rolls her eyes, but turns her gaze back to Layla soon enough.
“I ought to take you back to Gerudo Town for a prolonged vacation, princess. no men allowed, —
She sighs heavily, tracing her fingertips on the top on the mug. circling it around and around.
"... our little brother got married recently. Against his word. He didn't give the blessing to go with it."
Layla shook her head, exhaling again.
"When he is angry ++
“I’ve noticed.”
Kaitira hums and glances her over, though only briefly, and adjusts her loose grip on the table’s edge.
“it’s a shame. why is it that your king brother has you working so hard these days, anyway? the happier and healthier you are would be in his benefit, no?” —
"I enjoy the company." She smiles behind the mug, eyes on Kaitira.
At least she still has her flirty remarks while in this state.
She takes another sip, setting the mug down this time. Layla put her circlet back on, adjusting it.
"... I only get to spend time ++
royalty. too bad the only person she could really mention it to has been in Hyrule with her husband.
“you’re welcome to a break and rest here, regardless. not that you need an invitation, hm? it’s your home.”
another soft chuckle.
“ … but with me, I mean, if you wanted.”
“a little give and take, Layla. you’ve been hospitable enough since I got here.”
she grins, as calm as ever. though, in her short time in Isla, the high demand in festivities hasn’t gone unnoticed by her.
but it wasn’t her kingdom. not her place to say anything, especially to —
"... can't help it."
She pauses to take another sip. They've always had festivities for every season, every special event...
Sahel was going a bit too overboard lately, even she could feel it.
Buuut she couldn't go against him, even if she needed a break.
At least ++