[ Necessary, huh? That's the conclusion Zelda is reaching too, the one she suspected would be correct from the start but wasn't entirely inclined to trust. The bard didn't exactly inspire a lot of faith in the princess.
She lifts the cup to her lips to take a sip and immediately gags when the liquid touches her tongue. It's thick, foul, and bitter, like drinking a pot of ink. She claps a hand over her mouth to keep from spitting the liquid right back out and swallows hard.
Ugh. Just ugh. No amount of royal training can disguise the obvious disgust on Zelda's face.
Better just drink it all down as fast as possible. Zelda pulls her hand away and throws back the cup, gulping down the ichor. ]
Gods... [ The curse escapes her lips before she can catch it.
As she recovers from the revolting taste, a cool glow from the tank catches her eye. She looks up to see not the black emptiness from a moment before, but the very heavens themselves glimmering before her. ]
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She lifts the cup to her lips to take a sip and immediately gags when the liquid touches her tongue. It's thick, foul, and bitter, like drinking a pot of ink. She claps a hand over her mouth to keep from spitting the liquid right back out and swallows hard.
Ugh. Just ugh. No amount of royal training can disguise the obvious disgust on Zelda's face.
Better just drink it all down as fast as possible. Zelda pulls her hand away and throws back the cup, gulping down the ichor. ]
Gods... [ The curse escapes her lips before she can catch it.
As she recovers from the revolting taste, a cool glow from the tank catches her eye. She looks up to see not the black emptiness from a moment before, but the very heavens themselves glimmering before her. ]
It's... [ ... what is it? ]