[Zelda reads her results again and again as if trying to make some sense of them. She can't and somehow the list only serves to depress her further. She doesn't want to think of love or the legend of the goddess that surrounds this holiday. What once gave her hope has now taken that away.
Can a lost goddess really find love?
She doesn't even know if it's okay to think that.
Thin fingers pluck one of the flyers from the wall and stare at the results posted. She doesn't even know if she should worry about this considering everything that's happened lately.
Zelda finally steps out of the observatory and she instantly regrets it, having forgotten what day it is. She crumbles up the paper knowing that there are probably more out there. If anyone happens on her she will most likely not notice their approach.]
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Can a lost goddess really find love?
She doesn't even know if it's okay to think that.
Thin fingers pluck one of the flyers from the wall and stare at the results posted. She doesn't even know if she should worry about this considering everything that's happened lately.
Zelda finally steps out of the observatory and she instantly regrets it, having forgotten what day it is. She crumbles up the paper knowing that there are probably more out there. If anyone happens on her she will most likely not notice their approach.]