The woman underneath the mask is not so carefree, however. There is an ever-present swell of anxiety in Zelda's heart, even as she dances with some mysterious stranger, afraid that this plan could go horribly wrong somehow. They need to get the word out - the high pitched whining those with sensitive ears might hear is a good thing, honestly - but it's not as though they can just say it outright. This is the only plan she could think of that would keep the identities of those helping her safe.
All she can do now is hope they only say what's necessary.]
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The woman underneath the mask is not so carefree, however. There is an ever-present swell of anxiety in Zelda's heart, even as she dances with some mysterious stranger, afraid that this plan could go horribly wrong somehow. They need to get the word out - the high pitched whining those with sensitive ears might hear is a good thing, honestly - but it's not as though they can just say it outright. This is the only plan she could think of that would keep the identities of those helping her safe.
All she can do now is hope they only say what's necessary.]