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Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOT SPRINGS EDITION
Where: Hot springs. Different hot springs. Not the hot springs that turned everyone into six year olds.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Cursed springs. Sex swapping.

Right outside the resort is the main attraction, a collection of natural hot springs, separated by gender with a co-ed spring in the middle. Despite it being late March, there's still a dusting of snow on the ground, making the warm springs all the more inviting.

If the main resort area is too crowded for you, there are whispers of a secluded, private spring down a secret path. It's supposed to be very nice--if you can find it.

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Byrne wasn't sure if this meant that something was coming to an end soon either. He knew Nabooru's fate was to go to Hyrule, that they would soon be parted across both distance and time. Even if he could visit her, he didn't even know if he wanted to visit the Old Hyrule. He still knew it was the land beneath the sea, and it would be beneath the sea soon enough, which would certainly mean her death.

With this knowledge, falling in love was the last thing he wanted to do, but... it happened. And that's really all there was to it.

He leaned against her as she coerced him, and softly put his arms around her. Byrne simply just let her cradle him, because what else was there to do? He felt vulnerable now that he revealed such a thing, felt that he gave Nabooru the power to take his heart and tear it to shreds. Because she was really the only one who could.

"Fools give you reasons," he muttered against her, "Wise men never try." Those large, pouted lips planted a kiss on his head and he leaned closer into her. "I don't want this moment to end."

Ripping his heart apart had never occurred to her. Not that she was powerless to do so. She knew she could. She was sure she'd likely done it before. Ganondorf was a good example of that. She had certainly ruined him and drowned him in his own envy and she supposed if the man went man, it was definitely her responsibility. Unfortunately.

She didn't want to do that to Byrne. Annoying him, frustrating him, pushing him to his limit had always been done with no malicious intent.

"Fools give you reasons. Wise men never try." She echoed him with some interest and as she shifted to better eye him. "I think that's the... sagest thing I've ever heard you say."

Sure you're not a Sage in disguise? I'm not sure I can match up to that.

He gave a short grunt of amusement against her. ~~It's because he quoted it from a 1949 musical that Carbon is a little too obsessed with.~~ A Sage. He could never be a sage. But... maybe he was close. Close to something of a Sage. Before he threw it all away.

"I suppose you could say... I'm a servant of the Spirits. Or at least I once was." It was a bit easier to tell of his past this time, even if it was very nonspecific how he spoke, not identifying the Spirits by their name, not even clear if he was being serious or not. But he didn't lift his head, so his expression couldn't be read. He continued letting himself be cradled, only shifting his head slightly to somewhat mask his face in that curtain of red hair.

It was still hard. Still hard to talk about himself. Easier than it was, sure, but why was he even doing this? Why, when part of him was afraid that he was already too vulnerable in this situation, after having admitted that he loved her? He should have used up his stash of vulnerability for the day.

Ironic.

She didn't say it. Being the Sage of Spirit and knowing a man who was in servant to the spirits. What exactly did that say? Distantly, did it mean he could have been in service to her? She'd never considered it before, hadn't really even wanted to. But it was amusing. Except he wouldn't find it to be.

Or maybe he would. There was really only one way to find out.

"I know you don't like the subject, but there's a point to me asking." She smiled a bit and tapped him affectionately on the forehead once. "I told you a little of my Sagedom. Did you know what my position is? As in, the representation?" And her expression seemed to be a secretive and gleeful one.

As far as Byrne knew, the Spirits he served were a completely different entity than what Nabooru thought of. But then again, how much of Old Hyrule's history did he really know? He'd been alive long enough to do plenty of research, certainly, but he knew so little of the Goddesses and their hierarchy. Even serving the Spirits as he once did, he was left out of the loop, so to speak.

When Nabooru tapped him on the forehead and spoke, Byrne lifted his head, no longer letting himself be lulled into her soft embrace quite as much. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to talk about, but he was the one who had brought up the subject, somewhat. But still, he wanted to look at her eyes, and perhaps he did so a bit sharply.

Truth be told, Byrne only vaguely remembered Nabooru's station in the Sagedom because it didn't exactly matter - she was doomed either way. But he remembered a lot about her. "You're the Sage of... Ah... Spirit?" he almost mumbled it, but upon seeing her face, he began to realize what she was hinting at.

"That's right. You got it in one."

She almost purred out her response, but thinking it slightly inappropriate, she managed to refrain. Somehow.

Her arms unwound from him in favour of folding over her chest. Not so much protectively, as it was done in thought. Nabooru was still stewing over so many things, like she'd spent a good deal of her time, that she'd almost thought she was aging too quickly. She wasn't, of course, and realistically she knew that, but she sure felt older and that was almost as bad.

"I was joking mostly," she explained for him with a lighter smile. "A servant to the spirits with the Sage of Spirit. In a way, it almost makes it seem like it was destiny - even with crossing different planes of time." But if that legend said it would happen, then who was anyone to say she couldn't do the very same?

While Byrne knew that Nabooru was mostly joking, it was still a slight pang of dread that rose up within him. It wasn't her, really - it was just that he was beginning to slip away from this perfect moment, realizing that they both had their own destinies they were obligated to. Even though Byrne ran from his, he would never forget it.

"'Destiny' is one way to phrase it, I suppose," he spoke quietly. "But I think your Spirits are likely very different from mine."

His eyes drifted to the side, away from Nabooru, even as tantalizing as she looked. It had been so very long since he had ever mentioned the Spirits to anyone - not even Zelda (though Byrne still avoided her to a degree). And those memories started coming back - memories of betrayal, both done toward him and done by him. It was unconscious when his left arm came up, as if he had his gauntlet attached, bringing it up to an opposite shoulder in an instinctive protection.

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