Kingdom of Power, of Courage, and of Wisdom

Majora's War - After all this time

-Majora-

While she ate the bread provided, Ganondorf took a good look at her. Her clothing was burnt but reminiscent of the middle-class. It naturally wasn't anything good like silk or of the high class, but it also wasn't simple rags expected of a slave.

He considered what to do with her. Was there someone in Majora he could bring her to? Who provided housing to a Dragmire? Likely he could bring her to the alpha and she would be taken care of, but he had an impulse to see to the matter personally. Was she a slave who heard of the Dragmire freedom offered and left of her own volition? Was she sent? From where did she come?

Ganondorf sighed and ran his hands over his face in aggravation. He had so many questions and didn't know which were important and pertinent.

"Something the matter?" The woman asked, suddenly twitchy at his movement.

"Yes and no," He answered. "I have so many questions, both for you and the chief. Questions pertaining to your situation. Questions pertaining to our clan and how the movement will be resolved. Where you came from, where are you going, and who is to house you if you are to stay. Things that are important matters but not dangerous matters, if you follow."

"I do, I am sorry, it seems I have burdened you somehow." The woman whispered sadly.

He clenched his fist. Her quietness and submission aggravated him, but he put the emotion away and decided it was a result of slavery. Nothing that was her fault. Ganondorf shrugged. "No burden that cannot be lifted. It just means I have to meet with some people and do something I hate being involved."

When she was done eating, Ganondorf inquired further. She didn't remember where she came from nor remembered where she was going nor remembered her name. All she remembered was pain, a pain and burning that seemed endless wherever it was. Her skittish nature angered him and her answers troubled him. When he had his questions answered so unsatisfactorily, he took her to the chief of Majora. Nabooru had taken on his home, as it was the house of the chief.

"Ganon!" Nabooru greeted him as he approached. Her wolf raised his head and bared his teeth as the Dragmire approached, and a couple of the Majora around eyed him. "Hush!" Nabooru snapped. "Ganon, neleed khugatsaa ng rs n baina. Sh tleg kherkhen irdeg ve?"

("Ganon, it has been a while. How comes the worship?")

Ganondorf grunted. "Etses t gsg lg i! Odoo khaana ch baikhg i! Gekhdee bi ireeg i yum baina. Bi t nees bolj irsen. Ter z vkh n Q-iin kheleer yaridag tul zaaval yariarai." Ganondorf stepped aside for Nabooru to see the other Dragmire.

("Endlessly! Nowhere! But that is not why I have come. I have come because of her. She speaks only the tongue of Qin, so please speak accordingly.")

"Bi Dragmire." Nabooru observed. She changed language. "This is earlier than I expected."

"I think she is separate from the caravan."

"Why would you say that?" Nabooru questioned. Ganondorf explained the Dragmire's situation as he knew it, and Nabooru nodded thoughtfully when he was done. "She has been through a lot." Nabooru put a hand on the Dragmire woman's head and pushed her down enough to look at her. She rummaged through her hair and patted her when she was done and assured the woman. "I don't see any recent wounds, bumps, or scars. A few old ones speaking of abuse, but you haven't suffered any head injuries."

"Then why does she not remember anything?" Ganondorf questioned.

"It sounds like what she has experienced is too much, simply." Nabooru replied. "You remember how you were, or rather, you don't."