A/N: More brain rot for you.
Mipha stared down at the materials that had been sorted into various piles across her desk.
Perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew this time around. It sounded so easy in her father's stories. A Princess just waited until her white scale grew in, wove it into some armor, then presented it to their beloved.
Simple enough.
Until Mipha realized she had a couple of rather large issues.
She didn't know the first thing about crafting armor.
And she couldn't imagine how she was supposed to go about collecting Link's measurements. What made an already difficult task more troublesome was that Link had practically grown up in the Domain. If she weren't careful, he'd have it figured out. Mayhaps she should offer to heal him again? It wasn't unusual for her to offer to check him over once or twice during a visit, though that didn't answer the question of how she was supposed to measure him.
Really, it would only get his tunic off (not that she was complaining). It wasn't like she hadn't seen his bare torso before; however, his alien design was quite…
The Zora Princess nearly slapped herself before she could entertain that thought any farther. A few of her friends had already made snide comments about where her gaze often lingered. She most certainly did not need to give those comments any merit. Well… any more merit.
Maybe she could ask him to help her develop a new healing technique that would allow her to remove scars. She had been studying car tissue recently to develop such a technique if it were possible. Of course, even if Link agreed, that then raised the question of how accurate hand measurements would be.
Covering her slightly reddened face with her hands, Mipha told herself repeatedly that she was overthinking the whole thing. Inaccurate measurements were better than no measurements and she was trying to help him out, in the long run.
As the Zora Princess continued her planning, she was unaware of the fact that was not only speaking out loud but that she also was not alone.
Her unannounced guest waited for her to notice him; however, eventually, her guest, now informed of her intent, wandered away.
Finally ordering her thoughts, Mipha picked through her supplies as she tried to mentally see what kind of armor would nice. Having difficulty with the task, she resorted to pulling a few spare squares of parchment toward herself.
During her years training with Seggin, the old veteran had insisted that she take up a habit that would help to develop her precision and dexterity. Not understanding the purpose of it at the time, she had opted to take up drawing. While she was nowhere near as skilled as the various artisans that lived in the Domain, she was talented enough to recreate what she saw in her mind's eye on the page.
She slaved away for several hours, drawing out several designs, picking her favorites, then refining them. Eventually, she sat back, staring at her chosen design.
Hylia above, this was happening. She was really going through with this.
With her decision made, her unruly nerves settled down. There were still so many unanswered questions; however, she had a plan and that gave her some measure of comfort.
"Hey, big sis!"
And then her heart skipped a beat.
"Sidon," she greeted warmly, doing her best to ignore her hammering heart. Why did it have to respond that way when it only missed a single beat? Besides, why was she so nervous around her sweet and innocent younger brother?
"I know you're busy but I wanted to give you something," he replied as he ran across her room, clutching a sheet of parchment.
How thoughtful. It was probably another one of his notes that he liked to leave her from time to time.
Taking the parchment in hand, it wasn't long before a thoughtful frown tugged at her lips.
"Sidon… what are these?"
"Link's measurements," he replied innocently. "I came to visit you earlier and you were talking to yourself about needing them."
Oh, Farore, what all had he heard?
"You seemed nervous, so I wanted to help!"
Mipha wanted to find the deepest submerged cavern, curl up, and die.
The child frowned thoughtfully. "The measurements he gave were weird, so I had to ask Muzu for help." Suddenly, his eyes widened as he came back to the present. "Oh right! You're busy!" The child races to her door, calling over his shoulder, "I hope you make Link the coolest armor ever!"
Mipha stood speechless, unsure of how to feel about what had happened in the last thirty seconds.
"Oh! Muzu wants to see you right away!" Sidon said as he leaned back in. His message given, the energetic prince disappeared yet again.
Mipha stood for a moment before sinking into her chair. Merciful Hylia, what she would have given to start the whole day anew.
