Providence, Somewhere

Yet Another Town Meeting

Another day, and this time, Zelda stood in front of the Town Hall building at the break of dawn. Last time she was here was about a week ago, and according to many, this was a weekly thing.

It had been a week since she first arrived. She stared at the glass doors, rather surprised at that fact. There would be many more weeks to come, and provided that she managed to survive, perhaps one of those weeks, she'd be able to go home. If only she knew what was going on. She hoped Link and the others weren't too worried.

Taking out her slate, she tapped the side, looking at the new feature that somehow installed itself. In a way, she kinda wished the thing would let her send a message through time and space; to tell anyone back home that she was safe.

She went inside. All she could do right now was reach out from her end. However that might be.

Inside, folding chairs were lined up just like they were the last time. Some of them were missing from their places, though, being leaned beside the walls.

Someone grabbed one of the chairs from the wall, unfolding and setting it in one of the rows. They had greenish skin and blonde hair.

"Double Trouble, is that right?" Zelda remarked.

They paused their task, looking over at her, smiling deviously. "Well, well, if it isn't the Princess herself. I don't think we've properly introduced since the last meeting, or since your little escapades with certain people we know." Making their way towards her, they bowed courteously once they were close enough.

"You're awfully nice, but really, there's not much need to call me a Princess—"

"—where titles aren't needed, whatever." They leaned on the closest chair, using their tail as stabilization. "Darling, you may not have say in this world's politics, but I'd rather you feel welcome as the royalty you are instead of a commoner."

Zelda nodded hesitantly, glancing towards the stage. "There are more chairs today."

"Already took notice, I see? You're no longer the 'new kid on the block', as they say."

"I'd say that's a good thing." She made her way to the front row. "More people we can talk to."

"Right." They followed, sitting across from her on the stage floor in that sly, coquettish way they like. "Princess, have you eaten this morning?"

"Am... am I supposed to?"

Their eyes widened. "Is this a common attribute, Princess? You've got to take care of yourself." Their tail grabbed a takeout tray beside them, yet too far for them to reach. Once it was close enough, they grabbed it and held it outwards. "Here, I think you need it more than I do."

"What's in it?"

"The usual breakfast I learned from my stay here: scrambled eggs, toast, sausage. I'd say it's fit for a noble if it weren't so small."

She grabbed the tray. "It'll do, thank you." Opening the cover, she was met with a still-warm, yet tantalizing array of seasoning mixed with the fragrance of cooked meat.

Double Trouble stared, almost unblinking, at Zelda as she ate. They relaxed, coquettish posture swapped for a more regal one. They didn't change appearance, though.

"If I may bother asking," Zelda said, interrupting the silence between the meal. "What was it like in your world? Please, be honest."

They smirked. "At your command. Well, all my life I can factually say I lived in a land called Etheria. There's Princesses just like you, and then there's the Crimson Wastes, filled with me and my troupe, and other riffraff. My rise to an honest living started out with me living among the lowlifes— how tragic! Bounty-hunting in the Wastes, who would've thought such a fate for little old me?"