She wakes. Cool grass beneath her head, sun warm against her face. There is no pain.
Where am I? How did I get here? she wonders.
Images flash through her mind and she sits up with a gasp. Link. Is he alright? Is he injured? Where is he?!
The last thing she remembers is the strange tornado flinging her and Link about like ragdolls and her Loftwing's wing breaking. Her Loftwing! Is she okay?! Did she fall as well?
Zelda reaches along the connection each rider shares with their Loftwing, finding only clouded pain and exhaustion. The emotions are faint as if their bond is stretched thin by distance.
There is a flicker of happiness upon seeing a familiar friend along with the irritation of being confined to the Loftwing hospital. The happiness that Zelda's Loftwing always feels when seeing Link's red-feathered terror of a bird makes Zelda smile. The irritation of about the confinement means little if the bird is being treated and allowed to heal.
Zelda lets a sigh of relief escape her. Her Loftwing is safe, injured but safe and healing. And if Link's Loftwing is there, Link would be not far behind. Her bird is in good hands.
Reassured by this, she looks herself over. No injuries, though her clothes are ripped almost to shreds. She frowns because she definitely should have hurt something given how far she…fell…
It is then that she sees unfamiliar trees, weathered stone and tiny birds. Could this be the Surface…?
She stands; she needs to find a way back to Skyloft, back to her family. She stumbles towards the nearby structure of what looks to be a temple. Perhaps, she will find some answers there.
