The next time Revali saw her was at the informal ordination of Link as her sworn protector and chosen knight. The ceremony had supposedly been crafted to be uplifting, and a symbolic beginning for the dangerous journey upon which they were all about to embark. However, if this ritual was meant to set the tone for the entire mission, Revali could only dread the outcome of the plan.

The commentary while Zelda stood above her chosen knight suggested Revali was not the only one with this sense of foreboding.

"Gee, this is uplifting." Daruk sounded disarmingly sarcastic. "She's making it sound like we already lost."

Revali piped up, "Wasn't this your idea? You're the one who wanted to designate the appointed knight with all the ceremonial pomp, grandeur, and nonsense we could muster. And if you ask me, the whole thing does seem to be overkill. I think I'm on the same page as the princess regarding… this boy."

"Oh, give it a rest," Urbosa sighed. "That boy is a living reminder of her own failures. Well, at least that's how the princess sees him."

Her own failures? Revali didn't understand what Urbosa could have meant. From what he knew of her, Zelda was an accomplished scholar and the pride of the Hyrule legacy. She had modesty, charity, and chastity. She was elegant, well-spoken, truly kind, and carried the weight of royalty like it were gossamer. There was something weighing her down to be sure, but Revali couldn't imagine it had anything to do with her royal lineage.

Especially around the boy, she seemed more distraught than ever. What was it about this chap that got so under her skin? All the boy had was a stupid destiny. Unlike some people, the champions actually had to work for their skill, for their place in this league of future legends. It was apparent that Zelda had more than earned her reputation as one of the foremost scientific minds Hyrule castle had to offer, as well as a devoted acolyte. Sure, the murmurings made her sound more fanatical and eccentric than anything, but Revali chalked that up to shallow minds with shallow thoughts. It was the squabble of the little people, and what did they know or matter? It was their ignorant hides that needed saving.

After the ceremony had concluded, the champions were allowed time to explore the grounds of the castle. Link had gone to the stables with Mipha, Daruk was off near the armory, Urbosa was in the dining hall carousing with some of the younger soldiers, and Zelda had supposedly returned to her quarters. Revali observed that the princess had slipped out of sight rather swiftly, and none seemed eager to attend her despite what was clearly a downtrodden appearance.

He wondered...

Zelda hunched over the desk in her lab, scowling down at her journal. Why did she ever listen to Daruk? He was such a blockhead sometimes. She appreciated his sentiment; for a man of stone, he certainly had a warm heart, but the ceremony had been an absolute disaster. All the muttering amongst the champions while she spoke the ceremonial script… She caught bits here and there.

"Already lost…"

"Overkill…"

"Failure…"

Her face burned with shame. She wanted the ceremony to be meaningful, positive, and give hope to everyone. She should have known that endeavor would fail. Zelda had no hope herself. Since childhood, the inkling of the goddesses, the innate sense of their presence, just did not exist for her. Her prayers were answered with silence. Her fasts were met with ravenous spiritual hunger. She even offered up plants as sacrifices, then cried with guilt for wastefully plucking them without result. For whatever reason, the goddesses found her… unworthy.

She scribbled hastily, trying to put down the words as fast as they entered her brain. On the verge of tears, she noted, "It is as if there is a great chasm between the goddesses and I. I shout and shout for them to hear me, but only my voice bounces back from that deep, unending void."

She heard a noise and snapped her journal shut. Someone was clearing their throat. She whipped back to the doorway, but no one was there upon opening the door, nor waiting at the end of the bridge that led from her scientific tower to her bedchamber.

She began checking the windows and at last, she saw a fierce green eye surrounded by blue feathers floating within the frame of one of the slit-sized windows.

"Champion Revali, I believe it was you who reiterated that it was rude to eavesdrop when we first met."

He hoisted himself up to where he was fully visible in the window frame, flapped his wings, and gave a bow. "My sincerest apologies."

"Also, do you not think it inappropriate to come see a member of the royal family in their private chambers?"

"But I'm not in them, now am I?"

Zelda laughed. "Are you in need of something, master Revali?"

He offered a gallant smile. "Perhaps your majesty would care to join me for a walk on the grounds. I can see everything up here, but I'll admit… Hylian structures are baffling to me. I wondered if perhaps you would be willing to educate me."

The warmth of the smile that grew on her face told Revali he had succeeded in breaking her out of whatever dismal reverie she'd been in when he peered in at her, scowling at her journal.

Zelda met Revali at the base of the stairs. They began to explore the walkways leading down the primary battlement of the castle with a leisurely gait.

"Here we have the entrance to our library."

"Library?"

Zelda blinked in surprise, then ushered Revali inside.

"What in Hyrule…" His eyes widened as he glanced around the massive room filled wall-to-wall with books.

"Surely you know what a library is, Revali." Zelda giggled.

Revali rolled his eyes and ruffled his feathers, then said, "Of course I know what a library is… I've just never seen one this massive. There is no actual library in the Rito village."

The princess's head cocked to the side. "Why not?"

The Rito raised his wing up to the princess' field of vision and wiggled the most controllable, dexterous portions of his wing, which still looked wildly unwieldy.

"Oh… penmanship and flipping pages must be difficult!"

"Only disciplined Rito, dedicated to the art, actively pursue reading and writing beyond a primary education. We are creatures of oral tradition and have little use for books, though some of the oldest legends are inscribed on tablets of stone."

"Is it mostly birdsong?"

"Yes. Why would we speak about the legends of the Rito when we could sing the ballads of heroes, the laments of our tribe, the lullabies our fathers learned from their fathers?"

Zelda pondered this for a moment. Then asked: "Do you sing, Master Revali?"

"I can, but I generally do not."

Zelda had led Revali up a cascading set of stairs and was clearly determined to show him a specific volume. She was scowling and tracing her fingers along titles as she walked along the upper level of the library.

"I could have sworn it was in this section… Found it!" She pulled out a broad but thin volume, clearly weighted, almost square enough to be used as a breastplate for armor fitted to the girl. A harp was crested into the volume's cover, gilt in gold.

"This is a musical volume of songs from Hyrule's history. Do the Rito use notations like this?"

She showed him a page with a simple melody. The notations were similar but…

"We use lines like this but typically our musical staves are much larger…" He squinted at the page and then pulled back. "Our notes are not all round. We use shapes and lines to indicate different note lengths…"

"Fascinating! Could you read a melody like this?"

"I am not well-versed in musical notation. We received basic training in childhood, but after those initial years, my studies were dedicated elsewhere. However, this melody is similar to one we learned as nestlings. The Ballad of the Goddess, I believe?"

Zelda laughed with excitement. Revali could not help but notice her laugh was high and sweet, almost birdlike with a chirpy nature.

"Would you sing it for me, Revali?"

"I would rather not."

The disappointment that fell across her face was immeasurable. It nearly ruined Revali's day to see her so put out; he felt he had to explain, even if the reason was made up on the spot.

"I do not like the way I sound when I sing from prescribed notes; the planned nature feels stifling. I would rather you not insist."

"Oh. I would never dream to impose upon you. I'm sorry!"

Revali turned very stern, and gazed at her directly. "Do not apologize. It is not for someone of your position."

Zelda was a bit taken aback by this admonishment. Most did not speak to her in this blunt fashion. No one but her father had spoken in unfiltered directives. She understood the Rito were a singularly bold people; perhaps tact was not really part of their vocabulary. Her facial expression betrayed her utter bafflement. She nodded sharply.

"You're right, Revali."

At that moment, a member of the royal guard emerged at the top of the stairs and was clearly headed in their direction. Revali moved from the princess' side just as the guard focused his attention on her and said, "Your presence is requested by his majesty King Rhoam."

Zelda turned to speak with Revali, but he was already taking a bow.

"Till we meet again, your highness."

The guard extended his arm, and Zelda passed him by, where he took up her rear as he escorted her from the library, following her quite closely.

Revali watched as she disappeared down the staircase, the royal guard following behind her. Why send a guard? Why did he follow her with so little space between them? What an incredible sign of disrespect. It's as if they expected her to give chase if they even dared to blink. He hoped nothing was amiss. But he couldn't help to wonder, yet again…