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Vatheon Voicemail.

"Heeeey, Lysunder's voicemail here, and if you weren't looking for me, well then lucky you, leave a message anyway and maybe it will be the start of something revolutionary. Beep."

For the record, that first beep was him just saying beep. The real beep is in a few seconds.

-Beep.-

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[What are a couple trolls if she can make peace with the man who murdered half her country?

Yeah, okay, so the Highblood is far more bloodthirsty than Ganondorf, but still. She can keep her cool.]

I should be able to. Just let me know if it looks like there are going to be any fists flying along with words.

I will do. Heh, as interesting as the image, and how it might appeal to me in a way, I think it's better if those two birds keep to separate hemispheres. I appreciate the uh, willingness to "help" too, Zelda.

Of course. It is in everyone's best interest if the Highblood is kept under control, anyway. Though, ah...

[How does she say this?]

If you ever find yourself injured beyond what is... normal, please call me. I would hate it if you ended up somehow disabled.

Yeah, I agree, think I'm helping too with uh- [A smile, licking his lips a little.] With what I get to doing, as far as he's concerned- eh?

Ah hah... [Like the damage he has now?] Well, nothing serious really, uh, lately, unless you count a few ribs I could use some tender loving care with? [A smile, might be able to hear in his voice.] But really, I heal pretty quick, thanks though, heh.

Oh, honestly.

[She already knows that Lysunder is unlikely to ask for help unless he's dying (and even then, she's not so sure...), but basically hearing the confirmation that he's hurt is more than a little frustrating.]

Use your best judgement, hmm? He seems rather rambunctious. It might do you well to be ready for a fight. I'll leave it up to you.

[For now.]

Ready for a fight huh? You think around uh, after he's done flapping about with Tink? [Too true, why you thinking about him and the Highblood now, Zelda?]

That is actually precisely was I was thinking. He's likely to be in a terrible mood.

[Trolls are gonna do what they're gonna do. All she can do is try her best to make sure they don't die in the process. She absolutely refuses to think about the hate sex that has or will happen.]

Thinking he might wanna tear into me? [A playful chime to his tone.]

[Refuses? Ah huh.]

I do not want to think about the details! You're going to do it regardless, I would just rather you be safe!

[He can probably hear the indignant blushing. It's pretty obvious.]

What details? You mean the dirty ones? [Oh yes, he can, it's actually pretty cute, hence why he's continuing.] What regardless, eh? Do what regardless?

It wouldn't be proper to talk about it. Would you like me to heal you up or not?

[Please say yes, she's actually really worried. Trolls in that sort of relationship aren't supposed to kill each other in theory, but the Highblood has never struck her as the gentle type. She's positive that he'll try to not kill him, but, well...]

[Awww, well if she sounds worried now, he'll stop.]

All right, all right. You wanna start now or-?

[She lets out a small sigh of relief. Dealing with terribly stubborn men is a lot of stress, and it's always nice when people are willing to compromise a bit. Besides, it's not like she's telling him to not do it at all - she just wants him to be ready first!]

That might be for the best, while they're still distracted. Are you in Darkleer's hive?

Uh, nah, I left as soon as I could handle it again. Still not topside though, don't think I really could handle the cold right now, heh.

At your tree house, then?

[She's only been a couple times, but it's a sight that's difficult to forget.]

As for the cold, there are enchantments that help a body retain heat. The open sky suits you.

Uh, near it. I'll meet you at the wood's edge, all right?

-Really?

All right.

[She laughs a bit.]

Yes, of course! I had to use one back home to survive in an area that had been frozen over by a curse. They're really quite effective.

Oh, I, I'd like that... If it's not too much trouble?

Not at all! Even if it were, I wasn't awake for Christmas, so I feel like I missed out on getting my friends any gifts. Something practical is best anyway, don't you think?

Oh, Christmas, right. Well you don't have to, heh, Trolls don't really have something so pleasant. [A nervous laugh, sounds of him getting up and moving now.]

Heh, practical? Guess so. I do tend to favor pleasure though. [Too bad you can't hear winks, hey?]

It isn't a holiday we have back on my world either, but it seemed quite nice last year. I'm a little disappointed I missed it this year.

[Whatever else she was going to say is replaced by vigorous eye rolling as she gets up and starts to move, too.]

I'm afraid that's not my area of expertise.

[It's a bit easier to not get flustered if they aren't face to face.]

Expertise? Well that's why you learn from someone more experienced. [Tis true, but they will be soon, try to contain yourself, Zelda, not that's he's much of a looker now at his older age.]

That wouldn't be much of a gift, would it? It sounds rather more like a lesson. I'm afraid you'll have to survive with something practical.

Practical works for me, has for sweeps. You're company'll do me enough pleasure on it's own anyway.

[Darkleer and the Highblood aren't the only hopeless ones here. Lysunder is forever a hopeless flirt. She tries to not smile at her communicator without much success, making her way out to the outskirts of the forest and looking up to the sky, waiting for him to show up.]

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