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As the title suggests, I consider this a friendship pic than a pairing pic, but it can certainly go either way. Sorry about the bridge, I know it's kind of lame but I couldn't get the "distance" right...anyways, here's my first attempt at Saria, my second-favourite female in the Zelda series (Midna is tops), and a scene that has been on my mind for years...I've already written a poem referring to it, which I'll add below.

Musical inspiration: Something About Us by Daft Punk. [link] I'd print those out myself too but I fear the copyright monsters will come and eat me.

SPOILER TALK: The fact that Saria is a favourite of mine might contribute to the fact that this is one of the few scenes in the game I don't like. I'm likely being over-dramatic, but something's not right about how he backs off and bolts so abruptly, leaving her looking more saddened by THAT than anything involving the future. Anyways, taking my usual state of mind into account, that's how I saw it. I also get the impression that she is the one sage in the game that is not happy with her role as a sage (immortal?) and wants out...the other sages seem more or less content to me albeit begrudgingly...again, that's just me reading between the lines.

07 16 12

THE FOREST TEMPLE

Negotiating vertigo architecture
in a tangled hotel of undead hosts
I stumble and wonder if I'm
simply sleeping in a side-effect
of what the Village Elder called
being alive

We never knew the word in the wax
museum hamlet of our youth
or the meaning of what happened to
the Elder...a meaning
I could not define for you
or comprehend for myself
as I set out for his pioneering
final wish

Childhood sleep painted no portraits
of a revolutionary field trip
Fate talked me into a vow of silence
I could not defy until the meaning
of your goodbye gift caught up
with the trot of my growth

The meaning
you could not define for me

Greener than the grass stains
on the splinter orphanage of my extremities
was I - the son of History -
in the ways and purposes of human skin

I would break from these unholy
halls of lurking art
disassemble all the royal blocks
sealing their ambition
and appeal to the Goddesses
for a writing off of this as a practice run
all for one sliver of vacation from this destiny
to learn the feeling of your fingertips
on the day I crossed the glorified
cliche of a bridge
for the paradox I thought
would drop me off with your gift
still flesh-warm and abstract
in my unprecedented hands

10 14 11

Description
As the title suggests, I consider this a friendship pic than a pairing pic, but it can certainly go either way. Sorry about the bridge, I know it's kind of lame but I couldn't get the "distance" right...anyways, here's my first attempt at Saria, my second-favourite female in the Zelda series (Midna is tops), and a scene that has been on my mind for years...I've already written a poem referring to it, which I'll add below.

Musical inspiration: Something About Us by Daft Punk. [link] I'd print those out myself too but I fear the copyright monsters will come and eat me.

SPOILER TALK: The fact that Saria is a favourite of mine might contribute to the fact that this is one of the few scenes in the game I don't like. I'm likely being over-dramatic, but something's not right about how he backs off and bolts so abruptly, leaving her looking more saddened by THAT than anything involving the future. Anyways, taking my usual state of mind into account, that's how I saw it. I also get the impression that she is the one sage in the game that is not happy with her role as a sage (immortal?) and wants out...the other sages seem more or less content to me albeit begrudgingly...again, that's just me reading between the lines.

07 16 12

THE FOREST TEMPLE

Negotiating vertigo architecture
in a tangled hotel of undead hosts
I stumble and wonder if I'm
simply sleeping in a side-effect
of what the Village Elder called
being alive

We never knew the word in the wax
museum hamlet of our youth
or the meaning of what happened to
the Elder...a meaning
I could not define for you
or comprehend for myself
as I set out for his pioneering
final wish

Childhood sleep painted no portraits
of a revolutionary field trip
Fate talked me into a vow of silence
I could not defy until the meaning
of your goodbye gift caught up
with the trot of my growth

The meaning
you could not define for me

Greener than the grass stains
on the splinter orphanage of my extremities
was I - the son of History -
in the ways and purposes of human skin

I would break from these unholy
halls of lurking art
disassemble all the royal blocks
sealing their ambition
and appeal to the Goddesses
for a writing off of this as a practice run
all for one sliver of vacation from this destiny
to learn the feeling of your fingertips
on the day I crossed the glorified
cliche of a bridge
for the paradox I thought
would drop me off with your gift
still flesh-warm and abstract
in my unprecedented hands

10 14 11