Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

He made his own liquor? Or had he conjured this from magic? Zelda didn't know if someone actually could, though both she and Ganondorf seemed quite adept at summoning clothing to put upon their bodies. Either way, it hardly mattered she understood the implications all too well. Her comment should work to stave off pressure to drink too much of it all the same. Yet she found her intended filling the goblet. Her eyes watched the process, then flicked, meeting his, seeing the insistence there. The princess took the offered goblet, and, with his attention still on her, she took another sip. The warming liquid did have a rather powerful flavor, after all, though the princess could still feel it hitting her. She'd have to be careful, but there were tricks to finish a drink or a meal without notice. Yes, I'm afraid I will need quite a bit in the way of clothing, Zelda admitted, keeping her voice even. Due to the clandestine nature of our meeting, I was forced to leave without the usual retinue of courtiers, she shook her head slightly at that, obviously wanting to bemoan the fact. He would have been wondering why a princess had traveled without much in the way of clothing or help, after all. Ganondorf followed his comment with magic, magic that the princess watched carefully. Whatever he did now, he was not used to doing. Smoke poured, and when it coalesced, Zelda raised her brows. What fine work, she complimented easily it wasn't even a lie. Forming delicate clothing for another took quite a bit of fine magic use, and to see the bulky man manage it impressed and worried Zelda. The fabric looked rather impressive as well. True, the garment was a little sheerer than Zelda normally would have worn, but nights in this land were warm. Plus, she was fairly certain that what he held was rather demure by his people's standards, so clearly he was at least attempting to cooperate with her. This is a most impressive and appreciated gift, Zelda said. She set her goblet aside, before drawing her own magic into the air. A near chime rang, and soon the princess's intricate dress had been replaced by the sheer garb. Translucent fabric offered teasing glimpses of the pale princess's lithe form. Her gentle curves had been put on near full display, particularly her almost muscular legs. The gentle curvature of her abdomen spoke to her Hylian ancestry, along with hinting at her own acrobatic prowess. The white, less sheer, undergarment worked to contour to her. In fact to Zelda's slight surprise it fit her rather well. The chest hung perhaps a little too loose, bagging out around her breasts, the bottom a little too snug, threatening to dig into her tender flesh, but still, to get this close by sight was quite impressive. Another quick bit of magic fixed the sizings, leaving the princess in a well fit garb. It is rather breezy,' she said, doing a little pirouette, knowing that Ganondorf would want to see his work. Quite appropriate for the harsher clime here, she lowered her arms, and if I am to be at your side, I must learn to dress in your costume, must I not? she smiled, and, still looking to him, reached for the goblet to take another drink. A little slight of hand would mean the liquid never reached inside her, of course, but still, she was putting on the perfect veneer of the intended.