"Thank you," Link whispered to Peach as they departed the crowd, but it wasn't as if he'd expected any different from her. Instead it was just... a pleasant reminder that she was a trustworthy soul. The Hero was ready to speak for her as they approached the guards, but was surprised to find her stepping forward and answering for herself. He wasn't sure why it came as a shock in retrospect--of course Peach could handle her own affairs, especially when it came to situations she was familiar with. Stating her rank and her circumstances would of course be something she had some experience in.
The look of almost perfectly hidden distaste faded from the guards' faces as they listened to Peach's impassioned speech. It seemed her carefully chosen words had appealed to them greatly: Link's estimation of the princess's abilities rose once more. "It is good of you to think of us," said the woman in her strange accent. "You may ask for an audience with the princess. But she has not seen anyone for days. You will likely be no different." And although the pronouncement was harsh, it was said without a trace of malice. It seemed almost like the guard was trying to soften the blow of the imminent dismissal they'd receive, in her own heavy-handed way.
"That may be," Link acknowledged as he came to stand beside the blonde princess. "But we'll give it our best effort nonetheless." He matched Peach's confident stance with his own, slightly more relaxed posture and his kind but unflinching gaze. The guards watched them for a moment, as if to see if they'd back down, then nodded. "Go on," one said, and stepped aside. "We wish you luck."
It wasn't long before they were walking towards the next set of stairs, although this set of royal guards seemed content to let them simply continue their climb. "Well done," Link congratulated his companion as they exited earshot of the Gerudo women. "I wasn't sure if they were going to allow us to pass through without some sort of writ or an invitation from the princess... but you made it look easy. Is diplomacy like that something you're accustomed to from your own world, or does it come naturally?"
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The look of almost perfectly hidden distaste faded from the guards' faces as they listened to Peach's impassioned speech. It seemed her carefully chosen words had appealed to them greatly: Link's estimation of the princess's abilities rose once more. "It is good of you to think of us," said the woman in her strange accent. "You may ask for an audience with the princess. But she has not seen anyone for days. You will likely be no different." And although the pronouncement was harsh, it was said without a trace of malice. It seemed almost like the guard was trying to soften the blow of the imminent dismissal they'd receive, in her own heavy-handed way.
"That may be," Link acknowledged as he came to stand beside the blonde princess. "But we'll give it our best effort nonetheless." He matched Peach's confident stance with his own, slightly more relaxed posture and his kind but unflinching gaze. The guards watched them for a moment, as if to see if they'd back down, then nodded. "Go on," one said, and stepped aside. "We wish you luck."
It wasn't long before they were walking towards the next set of stairs, although this set of royal guards seemed content to let them simply continue their climb. "Well done," Link congratulated his companion as they exited earshot of the Gerudo women. "I wasn't sure if they were going to allow us to pass through without some sort of writ or an invitation from the princess... but you made it look easy. Is diplomacy like that something you're accustomed to from your own world, or does it come naturally?"