#mischiefofmodig

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁ for as long as she could remember , zelda had been called little bird . a term of endearment passed on from person to person until she was the only one left who knew that she was a bird . a little one , at that .

lips purse .

birds are symbolic for a great many things , zelda mused , leaning upon the crated table outside of the corner mooncents . taste of autumn still sits on the tongue . she'd never bothered to ask what sort of bird she was , but in hindsight she should have .

a moonlight crow perches on the seatback of the chair opposite to hers .

" are you an omen ?? " she asks her company , brow quirked . " you're a very pretty omen at that . "

@mischiefmodig ¦ yestereve starter + totem alter

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁ " asgard . . . ?? so you might know of thor . brawn and stubbornness are inseparable twins . although , the same could be said for scholars . "

oh , stubbornness would be her folly . she's been scolded as much for not listening to others with open heart and mind .

" wisdom might dictate time be better spent , but link is not a picture of wisdom . the worst bit of it all is that i actually possess several pairs back at my homestead . these particular ones won't be missed in the long run . "

zelda pinched the loose string in her pocket . but running up to tell the boy that now . . . is it spoiled of her to find peace in these moments because the serve as a reminder that despite his lost memory , he still manages to care enough to climb the tallest trees for her ??

lips pinch , holding secret back . such a thought was unfitting of a princess .

" i'll patch his wound when he scrapes his palms . i'll purchase him a meal . i'll do all the things i am supposed to do to make amends . but most importantly i'll thank him , because he goes out of his way for me and i do appreciate it dearly . i like his stubbornness because it is well meaning . "

Expectations were a powerful motivator. The desire to please came from the inherent desire to be affirmed, noticed, cared for, wanted, whatever sort of word came to mind. Out of duty or lack thereof, it was a boon and curse all at the same time.

One did not need expectations to thrive, and yet, there was no greater feeling in the world than to hear the affirmations of someone who had noticed you had done great things. It was addictive. Particularly when there was so little of it to go around. One didn't have to be mindful when you were changed to feed off of it.

❝ Oh, quite the contrary. ❞ He laughed shortly. ❝ The Asgardians are renowned among all the realms for their stubbornness. All would throw themselves into battle for their pride. ❞ He was not so different from that. Pride was all that he had, and truly Loki had the least of it.

❝ The objects that boy seeks are replaceable, but he still continues on... out of duty as you say. ❞ Loki shakes his head, thinking of a boy so reckless and stubborn for the finest apple in the garden that he climbed to the highest part of the tree just to grab it. ( Mother had scolded him for being too reckless, but Thor was praised for the achievement. )

❝ Would the time not be better spent traveling to the store to collect new gloves for your frosted hands? ❞ Loki nodded towards the hands she kept in her pockets now.

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" what a clown show. "

♛ ¦ MIXED BAG PROMPTS ! ( very old , but not forgotten )

−−−  ꧁ zelda knew better than to speak ill of someone within possible earshot . she so detested gossip . but on this rare occasion , zelda felt the need to speak up and entertain the chatter , albeit . . . with a vastly different intent .

" i don't know that i quite agree . there is something . . . " zelda stretched her brain , seeking for some positivity to chime in to the situation , " charming about it . "

charming , if you were like her , whose attachments always seemed to paint over the obvious chips of a person . so maybe it was . . . a curiosity to look onto a grown boy , two falls deep into investigating the tree tops , resilient and stubbornly return to the trunk , climbing it again . all this spectacle for a problem that wasn't even his .

" i told him to leave it , but . . . he just won't let it go . "

she speaks , as if she wasn't the one to blame for the situation , having thrown her walking gloves up into the bare branches of the winter-ready tree in the first place .

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There's a strange noise outside your window. It's like someone is tapping on the glass to get your attention. Should you choose to go outside and open the window, you will be met with a water balloon dropped on your head. Soaking you in water.

Curiously, a man in black seems to be running away from the scene.

~ Mischief Made

−−− ꧁ never mind suspicious noise -- her room grew incredibly stuffy at night , and if she ever had any hope of rotting away in bed sleeping , she had to sleep with a cool draft . it had never been a problem before . but as she pushed on the window latch and pushed outward , a stunning surprise hits her like . . .

. . . a downpour that drenches her shoulders wetting her hair . droplets cling to her lashes and soak her sleep gown , dripping down uncomfortably cold now .

frozen , she stays half inside and half outside her window , contemplating how to react . but it's the shadow slithering off into the dark that spurs spikes in her blood . what . . . on earth ?? never before has anyone dared to do anything so childish to her before . if she had been simply threatened with her life , she'd know how to react . . . but an otherwise harmless prank was . . . beyond her .

through gritted teeth , zelda cursed her prankster : " shadow man . . . "

and the window slams shut .

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−−−  ꧁ " hmm ?? " she could have sworn . . . no .

even if the bird had somehow mysteriously spoken her name , it wouldn’t be a far stretch to assume it to have been a mere mistake . she must have misheard . stranger things have happened . . . but this was still too far of a stretch for zelda to be inclined to believe .

brows knit .

" silly me , i . . . " zelda's voice falters once more , still gripped by possibility . " . . . my sleeplessness is catching up to me . unless i've misjudged the birds of these lands . which may very well be the case , however . . . "

ignoring the food she's placed for it , something about the raven's eyes bore .

" r . . . right . " hand emblazoned across her heart , " zelda . "

It was difficult for him to consider whether or not he should be insulted by being offered crumbs. Then again, by the way she would ramble, it would appear that he was very convincing in this particular appearance. Not by any choice of his own, however.

She asked plenty of questions, that was for certain. Perhaps she was one of the more intelligent beings brought to this world. This... Zelda.

The shreds of his dignity pulled upon him as strings, bidding him to not eat of the crumbs. He answered her questions with a shake of his head before he swiftly approached her. Beak pointed much closer to her face, studying her expressions and features.

❝ Zelda. ❞ he spoke, mimicking the sound of her voice. It was all he was able to do. He was surprised he could speak in any capacity at all. But Ravens did have incredible mimicry abilities, so it would seem he was truly the creature itself.

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−−−  ꧁ head bobs to the right, vision comfortably outlining the tinge of blue caught on the tips of the raven's feathers . an omen indeed , for blue is the color of her family and kingdom . blue banner waved in the foreground of her very name : the princess zelda of hyrule . and ravens a steely blue , deep and mysterious .

although , not so mysterious as to mask their interests .

" pardon me . i see you wanting . " zelda picked at the blueberry scone that accompanied her tea , crumbling it across the table top , " what would it say of me if i neglected the birds ?? mustn't be selfish , zelda . "

she spoke of herself warningly . as if . . . it lately became too easy to think of herself .

" do . . . birds fly south as winter approaches as well ?? i have yet to ready on bird migration patterns . . . but i would imagine that if there is cold , then you surely know how to keep yourself safe . years of evolution must have taught you well to survive . . . if it is the case , then you should eat well in preparation . "

Damn this realm- DAMN IT ALL. The whispers and words of recent happenings had taken his mind elsewhere. They spoke of these totems and ancient magics. Of course, he was going to study them. Any self-respecting scholar who sought a reprieve from this cursed place would inspect any new appearances.

These aercon were fools. Sheep. Cattle. Whatever other animal Loki felt to call them. But what was he to speak of, when now he found himself in such a form?

This was not anything new for him. No. He was skilled in his shapeshifting talents. This, however, was a curse. No matter how he might try, he could not break out of the blackened feathers that held him bound to this Raven form. Unable to speak at all. Merely fly about the world in frankly, an embarrassing display.

He hardly knew where his travels took him, only that he needed rest. A perch was located by what he could discern as food that would be digestible, only to discover someone else in his presence. The table had two chairs, he simply chose one.

His head tilted. She certainly looked ... familiar. But he was not one who remembered insignificant people in his life. Though, she did know a healthy raven when she saw one. His feathers ruffled in reply when he stared upon the scone that lay untouched.

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−−−  ꧁ "  --  or  those  he  is  expected  to  please  .  "  the  princess  amended  ,  eyes  not  leaving  the  topic  of  their  conversation  ,  "  i'd  be  inclined  to  think  duty  plays  a  part  ,  whether  he's  mindful  of  it  or  not  .  but  that's  not  to  say  he  isn't  also  stubborn  .  "

it  was  difficult  to  avoid  that  somewhere  among  the  half  spun  ,  frazzled  memories  was  the  training  of  a  guardsman  .  or  that  her  father  --  the  king  they  served  --  had  assigned  him  to  tend  to  her  side  when  link  hardly  an  image  of  who  she  was  .  but  was  par  the  norm  ;  the  status  quo  .

hands  in  her  coat  pockets  to  stave  the  cold  ,  she  played  with  a  loose  thread  ,  pawing  her  thumb  around  it  .  link's  seemingly  enjoying  himself  ,  so  why  not  let  him  have  his  fun  .  its  an  excuse  ,  if  anything  , to play as a boy might .

"  why do  you  judge  him  for  it  ??  do you think yourself not stubborn ?? " nostrils flared , mouth pointed smug . " you could judge me . should i not be in that tree myself ?? "

but she's not , and even if she wanted to . . . she likely couldn't .

cont. from here \ / @silentaura

Loki held no such reservations about those in ear shot. Namely for the fact that there was no use to him in wasting breath over things that weren't true. Harsh? Perhaps. She disagreed but the girl viewed the world through a different lens.

The fact was that the boy was making a fool of himself in attempting to retrieve an item carelessly lost by her. And an item that is easily replaced by one similar, if not identical to the lost one.

And yet watching the boy ... he noted the tenacity in which he took to the task. It was brash at minimum, but there was a sense of loyalty woven with care. Would not his brother have gone to similar lengths for him when he needed a tome from the highest shelf in the library?

❝ Tch. ❞ He replied eventually, arms remaining crossed on his chest watching the spectacle unfold. ❝ He's a stubborn one, then? ❞ his voice lowered just for the girl he stood beside. ❝ Or is his purpose in life merely to please those he has deemed worthy of it. ❞