The breeze blows through your hair as you sit atop the Divine Beast Van Ruta, along with its pilot, the petite princess of the Zora tribe. She had offered to take you for a ride, her face glimmering with hope when she asked you. Of course you had to say yes. The two of you took a path up the crystalline peaks to reach Ruta, talking about trivial things and simply enjoying each other’s company.

Now, as you looked over the horizon, at the sprawling cliffs, the Castle, and the Domain of the Zora itself, you glanced over at Mipha. She wasn’t looking at you, twirling her hands in her lap. Was that… a tear? In her eye?