Dear Diary,
We are back from our riding. It was invigorating to see the world again. We went to see some of Link's friends. His name was Toriki and this was the first I had ever heard of him. He seemed nice enough, though a bit odd. Something about him gave me a feeling of uneasiness. I remained mostly silent while Link spoke with him.
Apparently Toriki is from somewhere else, though I know not where. He is trying to get back. Other worlds and matters of the sacred realms I know of, but the places he spoke of left me bewildered. He seemed to know me though and addressed me directly. That was what I found so odd. Well I suppose it was no more odd then anything else about him.
We returned to the castle to find father all upset. He needed me and was unable to reach me. I told him he should have sent a page, but to no avail. In any case he would like me to stay near the castle for the next few days. I think something is amiss.
Recently my love has been becoming more attentive, as well. While we were riding the horse became startled and skittered off. Instantly Link became defensive and insisted I stay behind him. I tried to convince him that it horse was just startled by nothing of any danger at all. He gave me a stern look and told me to look around for trouble.
Of course, nothing happened. I thanked him for my protection, however I only wish the romantic moment we had been sharing could have lasted. Blasted horse.
I hope that all is well with matters of the kingdom. I don't get to see much of the problems that our Kingdom faces, as I am usually doing other things. I realize I am here to speak to the people and make them feel as though the Kingdom cares for each and every one of them, at times I doubt it.
Father raised prices on trade protection with the Mountain people. He says it is because in times of peace we need to gain our money from somewhere. I believe he just doesn't like their rough nature and their odd words. Father has been known to be like that.
Oh well, it is hardly a time to be pointing fingers at anyone, especially with things running as smoothly as they are. Certainly, Father must know what he is doing.
I need to go over some things before I retire. Good night Diary.
Long Love, Zelda
We are back from our riding. It was invigorating to see the world again. We went to see some of Link's friends. His name was Toriki and this was the first I had ever heard of him. He seemed nice enough, though a bit odd. Something about him gave me a feeling of uneasiness. I remained mostly silent while Link spoke with him.
Apparently Toriki is from somewhere else, though I know not where. He is trying to get back. Other worlds and matters of the sacred realms I know of, but the places he spoke of left me bewildered. He seemed to know me though and addressed me directly. That was what I found so odd. Well I suppose it was no more odd then anything else about him.
We returned to the castle to find father all upset. He needed me and was unable to reach me. I told him he should have sent a page, but to no avail. In any case he would like me to stay near the castle for the next few days. I think something is amiss.
Recently my love has been becoming more attentive, as well. While we were riding the horse became startled and skittered off. Instantly Link became defensive and insisted I stay behind him. I tried to convince him that it horse was just startled by nothing of any danger at all. He gave me a stern look and told me to look around for trouble.
Of course, nothing happened. I thanked him for my protection, however I only wish the romantic moment we had been sharing could have lasted. Blasted horse.
I hope that all is well with matters of the kingdom. I don't get to see much of the problems that our Kingdom faces, as I am usually doing other things. I realize I am here to speak to the people and make them feel as though the Kingdom cares for each and every one of them, at times I doubt it.
Father raised prices on trade protection with the Mountain people. He says it is because in times of peace we need to gain our money from somewhere. I believe he just doesn't like their rough nature and their odd words. Father has been known to be like that.
Oh well, it is hardly a time to be pointing fingers at anyone, especially with things running as smoothly as they are. Certainly, Father must know what he is doing.
I need to go over some things before I retire. Good night Diary.
Long Love, Zelda
