You easily shift the weight of the burden upon your shoulder, adjusting to find comfortable carriage, before you absently cast your gaze upon the beacon cresting in the evening horizon. Its glow is gentle and full, gently stuttering in the warm air as it filters into the savanna grass below, lacing its pale, golden blades with bright, silver streaks. That same grass tenderly dances against your thighs, in the balmy breeze; feeling little like a hinderance, and more like the embrace of nature, itself, as you pace, evenly, through it. You have not seen a Blood Moon in countless cycles; and, with its every absence, it becomes clearer that it shall never tarnish the sapphire sky any more. Instead, tonight, the plenilune rises over a world finally, again, in harmony.

You are Link, the storied Hero of the Wild, and you are living in an age of mending, after prevailing against unfathomable Calamity. For a century, you had laid in stasis, within the Shrine of Resurrection, unconsciously waiting for your body to recover from mortality, itself. When you awoke, you entered a world that you had no memory of, ravaged in a way that you lacked the vitality to face. Yet, you were met by a voice that guided you to reclaim those things; a desperate, ethereal presence that you later learned to be that of Zelda, the Princess of Hyrule. You were led to recollect Ganon, the Champions, the Great Calamity... But, you were also made to remember the vow you'd sworn to her, the deep connection you'd formed, the final sacrifice you'd made for her... And the measures she took, to save you. Renewed in your duty, to her, you braved Ganon's unrelenting evil, from his Sanctum in Hyrule Castle, and relinquished Zelda of her burden. When she had finally met with you, once more—seen your face, after so long—she threw your arms around you... Everything, at once, had felt right, for her. Since that moment, you have begun traveling together; hoping to rebuild and reconnect the world that was lost 100 years ago... Presently, you are camping in the Taobab Grasslands; enjoying some respite, inbetween longer expeditions.

1 week prior to this moment, however, you returned to your encampment having, incredibly, been made female. Zelda's concern, of course, was immediate, and substantial; yet, it has gradually waned into a quieter, thoughtless mystification. She seems almost unable to parse her reaction, to it all; she urgently wishes to know what imposed this upon you—how it has made you feel—yet she cannot compel herself to prompt the question. In some moments, her sight will betray her thoughts; her gaze luridly beholding the liquid flow of your hips, and the subtle bounce of your breasts, with your steps, uncertain of why it lingers... Tonight, though, you again return to your camp—not restored to your original form, but instead bearing the hearty prize of a hunted boar. Zelda seems lost within a reverie of her own, as you approach; but she is quickly stolen from it once she hears the mighty sound of a girlish grunt exiting your lips, and the treble beat of mass hitting the earth, as you cast the boar off your shoulder.

"O-Oh, Master Link!" She blinks, turning to face you. "You happen to have some excellent timing... I'd actually just gotten the fire started, some minutes ago; so it seems we won't have to wait very long, for dinner." She idly gestures to the measured flare of the campfire, offering you a gentle smile that flushes, by its heat.

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