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Characters: Fi (

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Setting: Floor 7, swimming pool
Format: Starting with prose but either works
Summary: After talking with Jason, Fi has learned that her Master is not really her Master. She goes to the pool to dance on water since every other floor with a body of water makes it impossible for her to dance on it.
Warnings: None but will adjust if anything happens.

Fi wandered through the floors, floating when she could and walking when she couldn't. Though it didn't take long to make it to the floor with the pool, it felt like a while.

'My Master is not my Master.' What was she to make of that? Certainly he was still technically her Master, the Chosen Hero of the goddess and carrier of her blessed blade. In that way, all the Links here were her masters. But they weren't her master.

Her foot dangled over the edge of the pool on the deepest end for only a second before she let it fall, the rest of her body falling. She didn't fall in though, she settled right on top of her water, ripples moving out from where she stood. And then she started dancing and singing.

She'd never admit it, but singing and dancing as she'd done for Master Link throughout their quest was one of the most relaxing things she'd discovered. She'll go about this for as long as possible.

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Fado entered the 7th floor without the intention of actually staying-- just passing through. He stopped however, when he heard the singing, and it wasn't that much harder to spot Fi dancing across the water.

So instead of taking the stairs, he got off the staircase and walked towards the pool, stopping and taking a seat near the edge of the pool. He watched and listened a bit more, before holding up his violin and playing along with her song.

When he started playing the violin, Fi put a bit more effort into her performance. If someone was going to go through the trouble of playing for her, and playing beautifully, she wasn't going to make this a simple song and dance.

And his presence felt familiar, but she couldn't place it. She had slept so long though that she'd never know much of anything unless she spoke, in length, to everybody that carried the Master Sword with them.

Fado continued happily playing without much of a word, until the song came to an end-- a song that he wasn't entirely familiar with, but not one that was completely foreign-- and he finished it off with a flourish. Then he set the violin and bow in his lap in order to clap his hands in applause.

"Beautiful, if I may say!"

"I am glad that you enjoyed it. I had an excellent accompaniment." Fi gave the young man a slight bow, coming to the edge of the pool and moving to sit, floating, over the water.

"You seem familiar to me but we have not met."

Her words broadened his smile even more, though her second statement took a small moment of contemplation.

"You are the spirit of the Master Sword, are you not?" Fado had never met the true spirit itself, only heard stories. There was almost a childlike excitement to his next few words.

"I am the Wind Sage; a Sage of the Master Sword. It has long been my duty to maintain the power to repel evil without the Master Sword at the behest of the gods. If I am correct, then-- it is truly an honor to meet you!"

"You are correct, I am that very spirit." Sages deserved due respect, Fi knew that. Or perhaps Hylia had intended her to be respectful because a moment later, she bowed to him.

"It is a honor to meet the Sage of Wind. I am glad that my Masters never had to fear the loss of that power." She'd never heard of Sages protecting the power to repel evil in her time o the Surface but perhaps it have become necessary after they had sealed away Demise.

Of course-- where were his manners! Fi was intended to be respectful towards a Sage, and the Sage of course had to show his respect for the Spirit it was his duty to aid. He grabbed his violin and got to his feet, returning the bow.

"Believe me, it is an honor and a pleasure to be able to serve such a purpose. Though I have never seen you in my time, I do hope that I have served my purpose well."

"I believe that, by your time, I will have already been slumbering for many hundreds of years. Perhaps even thousands and it is doubtful I will ever awaken beyond being here."

Fi paused thinking it over before nodding when he mentioned his own purpose.

"I am sure that you have else the goddesses would not have chosen you for such a task as being a Sage."

He expected this, but it was nevertheless-- disappointing.

Although admittedly he was a bit flattered by the pit of praise she gave him. "You honor me with your kindness--!" Though hang on, rewind. "Though I am sad to hear of your slumber. I take it at least you have found some sort of... enjoyment? Of your time in the tower?"

"I have been enjoying what I can while I am here. Though it is not worth being sad over my former sleeping state. It was the will of Hylia." Everyone seemed so sad about it and Fi wished that she could completely understand why. She had felt happiness at knowing her Master and assisting him to the end, but not sadness.

Nobodies lives were affected drastically once she slept. Master Link didn't need her or the Master Sword after he completed his quest.

"Perhaps there will be a day, should our worlds continue to exist, that the sages will be capable of awakening."

"Will though it may be, there's nothing wrong with a twinge of grief at what can not be, so long as we do not dwell on it. I'm sure there are at least those that would enjoy your company in the time beyond yours." basically a majority of his chill philosophy on life. And really who wouldn't want to meet such a spirit?

"I believe that our worlds survive, whether in remnants or a whole. Perhaps it is a bit too far-fetched a tale for me to accept, but I have confidence we shall yet return."

"I would have served no purpose in that time, however. I must have a purpose to awaken from within the Master Sword." Fi wouldn't really know how to answer that except point to Ghirahim as one of her examples as to why. It really was the perfect example.

"It is possible for them to continue existing but impossible to prove." It was nice to hear that there were several people that were so confident in their worlds being alive still.

"I no longer serve a purpose properly, but that doesn't mean I don't still enjoy playing out a good tune every now and then," He said playfully. He'd keep playing even after Makar had taken over, as promised.

And a wistful smile crossed Fado's face. "I have seen the destruction of our world once, and atop the ruins of the old world it endured. I do not think it is a matter of proof, but a matter of faith."