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Yes, the sand is scorching underfoot. And yes, there are crunched-up bits of seashell stabbing the soles of her feet. But Zelda cares about neither of those things because she’s at the beach.
In all of Hyrule, there is truly no seaside as glorious as that of Lurelin Village.
She’s supposed to be here on business, as is Link, but the development project planning can wait ‘til tomorrow.
Her laughter joins the crescendo of crashing waves and seabirds squawking overhead as he splashes water at her from the shoreline.
With the sun beaming down as it is, Zelda feels peace.