Post by Aurelie Amandine on Apr 21, 2022 6:45:44 GMT
Early Summer | Year 3 | Roads outside of Ordon Village
It was with apprehension that Aurelie found herself hastily making arrangements to return to her hometown of Ordon Village. The twilight incursion that had taken over Ordona had left her highly unsettled as she’d not received any word of her parent’s safety or of the state of their home and business. A large part of her feared the worst, and she didn’t know if she would be able to handle that possibility.
It had been far too long since she been to the village. If she was remembering correctly, it had been at least two months before she and Jesyn took that ill advised trip to his snow peak estate. If she was brutally honest with herself, it had been even longer since she had emotionally been present while being in her parent’s home. The idea that she would never be able to see or speak to them and apologise for being so absent in their lives…unthinkable.
So when news broke that the veil had lifted due to the efforts of some brave adventurers, she arranged for Jesyn’s carriage to take her home immediately, and that she would be cancelling the rest of her performances for at least the next two weeks to get her affairs in order. In the wake of her husband’s death, she had managed to come to an amicable distribution of his assets between herself and his family. Well, at least on paper it was amicable. That was all that mattered. She’d kept the townhouse, the assets and staff associated with it, a reasonable stipend of his inheritance, and the carriage that was gifted to them as a wedding present. Truly, she had been humble in her requests of them.
So it was there, that she found herself rather humbly dressed in a simple long sleeved top and pants tied with a traditional Ordonian embroidered sash with practical walking boots staring pensively from the window of the carriage as the scenery flew by. She was very understated for what the so called Rose of Ordona had been described as – after all, this was not a trip meant to draw attention to herself. Her intent was to help with anything she could while she was in the town. She maybe wondered if any of the villagers would even recognise her.
A memory from her youth kept replaying itself in her head. She was maybe only four or five years old at the time.
“...But I HATE those stupid flowers!”
The young girl crossed her arms and stamped her foot into the ground.
“Aurelie Amandine. Haven’t we taught you better than that?” Her mother’s exasperated face and voice said all that needed to be said.
“But I don’t want to be a stupid and dirty farmer! Mud is icky, and..and…URGHH! I’ll punch every single STUPID FLOWER I SEE!” She would stamp her feet repeatedly. Even as a child she had good coordination and timing, the temper tantrum looking more like a dance.
A vein was starting to throb in her mother’s temple, she needed to take several deep breaths as her father ran interference – crouching to look at his daughter.
“Well, darling, if its not what you want to do, that’s okay. We both just want you to be happy and do something that makes you happy. But you shouldn’t say rude things like that about people’s jobs. We should respect everyone. Alright? So what do you want to be?”
They were both good parents, especially when she was younger and had these kinds of outbursts frequently. She supposed she’d never really been much of a country girl.
Aurelie paused and seriously considered it for a good moment.
“…Princess Zelda!” She would state with all the earnest conviction of a young child that clearly didn’t understand how these things worked.
Goddesses keep her parents safe for their ability to not laugh in her face right then and there, because she thought she very well might have in their situation.
The carriage came screeching to a halt, shocking her out of her reverie.
“Please do tell me we have a very good reason for stopping.” She would say more curtly than would typically be expected from her.
“Uhm, ma’am, seems that there are some Bokoblins that have just wandered onto the road into the village. We can’t pass.”
She placed a hand on her temple, much in the same way her mother did. No doubt the disarray of the village and surrounding woods due to recent events was the causation of this, she could only imagine how stretched resources were. It was very unlike the creatures to do something so brazen. Perhaps they had gotten lost.
“I’ll handle it. Please, keep yourself at a distance in case I can’t frighten them off.” She made sure to relax her tone, reminding herself that her bad mood shouldn’t be reason to snap at others in this circumstance. She tucked a strand of hair behind her pointed ear.
Aurelie stepped out of the carriage, and began to cast water magnet, leeching water from puddles that had formed in the muddy and worn road before chilling them into a frosty armor to better protect herself through Gift of Nayru as she walked towards the squad of three bokoblins. She would avoid harming the small creatures if they dispersed quickly…
“..Mummy, I’m sorry. I don’t think your flowers are stupid and I don’t want to punch them.” She remembered herself saying nearly in tears as she hugged her mother's thigh later that afternoon all those years ago.