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Waking up is a slow thing, it feels like someone–something is calling to her but there’s no voice. There’s a presence though, and–unknown calling her to awaken. She blinks awake, glancing around, gaze blurry and unfocused. Where is she? Who is she? What’s–happening? There’s a sense of urgency but she can’t remember why, there’s something wrong tho and she pushes herself up with a groan, hand instantly flying to her head that feels heavy and pounds just a bit. Her mouth feels dry and she smacks her lips together then lets out a huff, how long was she out for?
Zelda
Huh? Is that her name, she looks around–it didn’t sound like a voice has said that but she–felt that as clear as day. Zelda, yes, that was her name–surely she wouldn’t feel so strongly for this name if it wasn’t hers? “Okay, I’m Zelda.” She says out loud, why? Because it felt right to confirm this–even to herself. She hears a whine then and jerks with a scream to the left away from the noise. Her eyes lock onto a set of sharp blue eyes, that’s what she notices first–then fur, dark grey but warm, not a cool grey–almost brown. She then spots a chain and cuff on one paw and confusion blooms in her mind.
There is a dog–wolf? She’s not sure, but it’s sitting in front of her, head cocked to one side curiously, blue eyes intense but inquisitive and–why does it have a cuff on its paw? Like it was chained down? Is it okay? Is she okay? She looks around, deeming the creature to not be a threat as it has not lunged at her, she takes in her surroundings and the room she’s in is dark–with bright orange and blue lights carved into walls and the large device above her head. “Where am I?” She asked–again to no one. She doesn’t expect the–dog? She’s going with a dog, as a wolf would surely have attacked her, yes? She doesn’t expect the dog to answer anyway, and it doesn’t because of course not–it just sits there, head tilting periodically.
It’s pretty cute if she’s honest.
“Hello there,” She greets, in a tone one would normally greet a dog. Its ears go back, as if upset by her baby voice. “Oh, not a fan of that huh?” she asks, her tone returning to normal. “You’re a big strong dog, no baby voice for you huh?” she teases, voice going deep at ‘big strong dog’ the dog in response huffs, eyes sharp and almost angry before it huffs and turns its head away. She laughs, it trying to act tough just makes it cuter. “Sweet thing,” she says as she stands up, ruffling the top of it’s head before walking past it on unsteady feet not used to walking.
“Oh!” She trips, because of course she does–how long has it been since she walked around? She can’t even remember anything past waking up in that–bed? She feels fur break her fall, strong shoulders being held up by paws, her knees still hit the ground hard but her upper body is on the back of the dog who has rushed under her to break her fall–at least partially. “Oh, oh thank you.” She lets her arms rest around the dog’s neck, collecting herself as she breathes in the scent of fur and dog–that’s strangely comforting, it smells like the woods, warmth and–home? But also dog–there’s that underlying scent of animal but it’s overwhelmed by this weird scent she can’t place.
“Thank you.” she says again, bracing her hands on the dog's shoulder blades before deciding against it and using the ground instead, she stands, shaky, and the dog is pressed up against her side–as if to offer comfort. “You’re a very smart dog.” She says gently, patting its head once more as she looks around for where she should go next. There’s no door–at least, not in the way she remembers? She sees a pedestal though, with what looks to be a tablet of some kind on it. With no other options she walks over to it.
That is a Sheikah slate
Again, the words aren’t said so much as felt. “Sheikah Slate…” She tested the words on her tongue, picking up the device with a low hum. There’s a loud noise to her right and she jumps visibly with a noise that definitely wasn’t a squeak. The wall is moving suddenly, opening up to a new area and she walks over slowly to it, the dog close at her heels. There’s another larger area past what she now assumes was the door all along, boxes are stacked high on either side and two chests sit there as well, she frowns, where is she?
Suddenly the sound of a soft bark cuts her thoughts, she looks up to see the dog standing next to one of the chests and she blinks a few times, the dog isn’t looking at her, hasn’t really looked at her for most of this time except for when she first woke up. She hums and walks over, it seems the pup wants her to open the chest. Is it locked? She crouches down and presses against the lid–it lifts with ease revealing a set of pants and a shirt it seems. “Oh!” She realizes she’s been sitting here in nothing but her smalls, thank goodness there’s no people. “Thank you puppy.” She says, smiling at the dog. It doesn’t meet her gaze.
She dresses easily, walking with bare feet over to the other chest to find socks and boots, “Oh and boots too, good. I was worried I’d be barefoot the whole time.” She praised, pulling on the socks and boots. The dog is staring at her now and for a second she wonders if it was worried about her modesty before laughing, animals don’t worry about that sort of thing. “Well, all dressed now huh?” she asks, looking around at the big boxes with a hum, she has no way to really open those.
The dog slams into one of the boxes with its full body making her jump as it shatters to reveal apples, carrots, a variety of food items as well as what looks to be a few water pouches. “Oh! Are you okay?” She asks, ignoring the food momentarily to reach out to the dog. She touches its head, where the brunt of the force came from but the dog shakes her off–it’s almost like it’s saying ‘don’t worry about me’ so–odd. “Well okay then,” She says idly, frowning before spotting the dog grab one of the water pouches and handing it to her.
“Oh, uhm, thank you.” She says as she takes it and drinks, tiny sips at first but soon she’s drinking deep. She was so thirsty and didn’t even realize. She lets go with a gentle gasp, “Wow, I was–thirsty.” She laughs, the dog tilts its head at her. “I mean it makes sense, I don’t–even know when I laid down. Or–anything–I guess.” The dog's ears drop, its whole body deflating as it looks up at her. “Oh, oh no I’m sorry I–I’m sure I’ll remember–are you my dog?” She asks, as if she’d get an answer. The dog whines and presses up against her leg, she reaches out and it leans into her touch with a heavy head. “Oh you are mine huh?” She asks again–she just–feels the need to talk a lot. She doesn’t really know why. “Don’t worry, I won’t push you away. We’ll get through this.” She assures, kissing his forehead which causes the dog to jerk away with wide eyes. “Oh! Sorry, sorry, not a thing I normally do? Sorry.” She laughs, patting him once more on the head, she looks through the rest of the things in the room (without a dog battering ram) before walking towards what looks like another pedestal.
“Hm…I wonder if putting this Sheikah Slate in here will do anything–shall we try?” She asked the dog, once more not expecting an answer–was that a nod? No, she’s just–tired, even though she just woke up. Right. She places the slate down and as she expected the wall begins to move once more, it’s bright this time tho and she shields her eyes with a soft noise, the sun beams down what looks like a large tunnel with stairs. “Midday huh? Guess I slept in.” she says idly to herself, “Let’s go puppy, I feel like–there’s something I need to do.”