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He was still in a bit of a daze, his emotions bubbling within him a mix of disbelief and elation. He won.. He won..! He really won! However, he was knocked back to his senses when Zelda requested the statue he claimed only minutes earlier, and only then did he remember that it was not quite settled yet. As Zelda strummed the beautiful harp she’d been provided with, he reminded himself of the steps he needed to take after she finished. His job was not as hard as hers, really. No fingerings or incantations to remember, but his giddiness made him second guess his ability to remember the simple steps of taking a knee, offering his hand, looking down, and not getting back up until Zelda finished.
And when she did, she asked if he knew what came last.
“Nope,” he could have said, though that would be a lie. While the exact specifics of what happened after the main part of the ritual were largely unknown to him, he did read up on the ritual as much as he could. While he had his doubts that he’d actually be the one to stand with Zelda on this day, especially given that his three competitors were all plotting against him, he was still interested merely out of his own curiosity.
On the other hand, because he spent most of his energy committing the procedure of the first part to memory, in an effort to avoid embarrassment should he have no clue at all, he couldn’t really say he was dreading what was to come either. After all, this was what he worked for! He couldn’t just give up at the last step of his path to becoming a senior as pipit had the year before..! As excited as he was, though, Zelda’s question still demanded an answer, and so he gave the most honest one he could.
“Sort of…”