“the sheikah slate, it’s marvellous!” the princess speaks aloud, listening attentively to your footsteps while keeping her eyes on the technological genius in front of her.

her fingers nimbly dash over all of its controls and quirks, as you watch from over her shoulder.

hyrule’s fields always seemed from a fairytale - picturesque, with a soft breeze on your face, but never an ugly gale. today was no different.

“cryonis, bombs, magnetism and stasis!” zelda almost sings out the capabilities of the sheikah slate, as her boots pad through feather-like blades of grass.