[ Zelda is notably less nervous than Sayori and Maya. Perhaps it is because she has gained confidence in herself over the past few weeks on Maru. Perhaps it is because her role in their plan plays to her strengths. Perhaps it is because she knows the Whomping Willow doesn't truly want to hurt them and has faith that they can disenchant it. Or perhaps it is because her stomach is doing flips after eating that burrito. (Seriously, what in the world is a burrito?)
She sits patiently nearby, a quiver of arrows slung over her back and her bow laying in the grass. She gives Maya a confused look, wondering why she is encouraging the group to break their limbs. That seems really inappropriate, but that's a question for later. Now is the time for poems. ]
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She sits patiently nearby, a quiver of arrows slung over her back and her bow laying in the grass. She gives Maya a confused look, wondering why she is encouraging the group to break their limbs. That seems really inappropriate, but that's a question for later. Now is the time for poems. ]
I would love to hear your poem, Sayori.