Geraldine
If Nadalia had to describe her feelings about this situation in a single word, the only one she could really think of was "Complicated." Given the fact that she was in a new world, she had expected to be met with many changes and new things. But she never could have imagined she would speak to Queen Sonia, alive and well, and Ganondorf, unsealed and unbound to the curse of Demise. It was certainly a privilege, one she didn't think she would be able to get under any other circumstances. So she suggested they reunite where it all started. The Great Plateau. 

It had changed much in over 10,000 years. For starters, the majority of the plateau was missing from where it had been, and was now floating high above her. The palace was also gone, and the only large structure in sight was what looked like a cathedral. Or, what used to be one. It lay in ruins now. Nadalia made her way up the steps to it, hoping to find the ones she was looking for there.

Queen Sonia... The last time she saw her, she believed her an enemy, one that must be brought to justice for taking land that did not belong to her nor the husband she sat next to. But she had been wrong. Lied to. The Queen was kind, and did not deserve what befell her. Even if, before Ganondorf betrayed them, Nadalia believed she did. If only she had followed her king despite his refusal to allow her to assist him...

Ganondorf. The one she would meet today was a different man than the one who slaughtered his own people with his army. It was clearer than a desert sky that they were not one and the same. She wanted to believe him, more than anything. She had so much hope for her Ganondorf, only to be so utterly disappointed. To know a Ganondorf existed somewhere, one that *Was* The king she had wanted... It gave her a mix of sadness for her own people and great joy for his. She could never forgive her own Ganondorf for his betrayal and dishonoring of the Gerudo, not even if he fell on his face and begged at her feet. But this man was different. 

As she reached the top of the steps, she looked left, right, but saw no one. Sighing, she supposed they could simply be lost, or even looking for her elsewhere, but she had a way to rectify that. She unsheathed her Scimitar of the Seven and held it skyward, calling upon the power of her element, the gift of Naboris. The clouds directly above her darkened, rumbled, then emitted a single lightning bolt, striking Nadalia's curved blade with a loud *CRASH!* But just as quickly as it appeared, the storm clouds dissipated, and Nadalia channeled her own power into her blade to create a green beacon of light above her. If this didn't catch the attention of those she was attempting to meet with, well, she wasn't sure what could.
Michael
Once Queen of Hyrule, now a stranger to the kingdom she had so loved. It was... Bittersweet. Sonia understood she was meant to be dead; it seemed, in most timelines, she had been felled by Ganondorf, the Gerudo King who had come to call himself the Demon King. Indeed, in her own timeline, she would have died, if not for the divine intervention that had brought her so far into the future. 

As a woman who had once been a priestess, Sonia believed it must indeed be divine intervention. The Goddess's reasons were closed to her, silent as the Goddess had been for years now... Though she did not believe it was due to Hylia's wrath. No, the Goddess had her reasons for everything, and though Sonia would not lie and say she did not miss her Goddess's voice, she knew that with every step she took, she was slowly, but surely, reaching for the destiny Hylia had planned for her. 

Perhaps the Goddess had spared her life so she could witness the redemption of the one who had been fated to kill her... Ganondorf. 

A man from a timeline where not only did he sucessfuly cast off the influence of Demise's curse, but had even been friends with her. With her husband. A man who had not turned against his people but instead led them into a golden age. 

While it was certainly a surprise to learn this man was Ganondorf, Sonia believed there was a meaning to everything, and she would be remiss to ignore this obvious sign from the Goddess.

Delicately, the Queen stepped over a small puddle of mud, smiling when she saw the flash of brilliant light in the sky. It had been clear but a moment ago... This must be the power of Nadalia, the Sage of Lighting. A woman who had been entrusted with a Secret Stone by none other than Sonia's husband. 

A meeting Sonia was very much eager to begin. 

Soon, the Gerudo came into view, and Sonia smiled again, raising her hand in greeting. 

The Queen was dressed differently than when she had arrived. Finding herself in a much colder environment, Sonia's d

Ress had provided very little protection against the elements. Fortunately, she had come across some kind travelers who had taken her to a nearby inn- a stable, they called it- and they had been kind enough to provide her with warmer clothes more suited for travelling the wilderness. A simple tunic and pants, paired with a sturdy pair of boots... Quite different from the Queen's usual garb, but so much easier to travel in. 

Upon her neck still rested her Secret Stone, gleaming brightly as she neared Nadalia. 

The Queen placed a delicate hand against her chest and inclined her head in a respectful bow. 

"My greetings, Nadalia, Chief of the Gerudo. I am pleased we could meet like this. Please forgive me for being so late; I am not quite used to travelling for such long distances, and I found myself a little lost."
Eric
Ganondorf's heart pounded as lightning surged through the sky. It was easily recognizable as Gerudo lightning, no ordinary phenomenon, as its emerald hue lit the sky above the plateau green. Normality returned with as much swiftness as it had left, and yet he could not stave off the feelings that had pooled in his heart - joy, to see those he cared for again, but no small amount of dread had begun to show its wretched, ugly face as the king had made his way to the designated place of meeting.

It was secret to no one - in his time and place, at least, as it seemed entirely untrue here - that he loved his sister dearly. They were the best of friends, allies to the end, partners in their endeavor to better all of Gerudo. And yet, to her, nearly every bit of that had seemed alien to Nadalia, from what Ganondorf had discerned. She had experienced his betrayal firsthand, she had said, and they had never been intertwined by blood, only by trust that had now been lost. It was an odd idea, that they should be family in one world and not in another, but it was not nearly so hard a concept to grasp as the idea that he had slain Sonia in the past of this very world.

Again, his heart turned at the very notion. He had been furious, at first, when the young princess had claimed that he had killed her with his own hands. The very idea appalled him - if there was a single person he loved to the extent that he did his family, it was Sonia (or, perhaps, her and her husband). And yet, while Ganondorf's stubbornness was nigh-infinite, he could not lie to himself; young Flower had not lied, and if she had, it was because she truly believed her own words, not out of any desire to deceive him.

When Sonia had arrived, though, it was undeniable; she, herself, spoke of the last memory of her own world being the feeling of horror as she sensed the evil of her world's Ganondorf behind her, preparing to stike a final blow upon her. He had wept, then, at the thought of her death by his hands -

Not simply a possibility for a fouler timeline, but the undeniable, impenetrable truth of this world's past that it was.

Ganondorf had thought, once, that a world in which Demise had not detached himself from his heart was one of mere speculation, more fantasy than fact. He had treated the idea as inanity, a thought experiment, no more serious or probable than the thought of a winged Lynel. Now, though, he was faced with the idea that the events of his world were not simply "How things were meant to be" - as it seemed, his world had been fortunate, compared to any other. More than anything, that thought frightened him.

His thoughts scattered as he approached the origin of the lightning: an ornate, if dilapidated, stone temple. Ganondorf marveled at the beauty of the architecture; despite the toll time had taken, the ruins retained the grandeur they had surely once embodied. He had only just been able to fully take in the temple, however, when two figures standing atop the steps caught his eye, and he stopped in his tracks.

They were *There* - so close, just within reach and yet, so far above him in their magnificence. Bathed in the sunlight streaming from behind them, they looked transcendent, and any resolve that remained of Ganondorf's already weakened tenacity crumbled. Slowly, his head lowered, and he ascended the steps without a word to meet the two women.
Geraldine
Nadalia turned as she heard Sonia approach. She was surprised to see Her Majesty in such attire, but it made sense. To simply wear the royal garments in this harsher environment was unwise and likely uncomfortable. As the Queen drew nearer, Nadalia lifted her helm off, revealing the warm brown skin and the thick, elaborately braided red hair beneath. She bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty. It is... Good to see you well. I feel I once again must apologize for my people's actions under our Ganondorf's reign."

She rose when she heard another person approaching behind her. Turning, her breath was momentarily caught in her throat as she saw Ganondorf, but she schooled her expression neutral quickly. No, this was a different man. It was clear from the way he carried himself. The Ganondorf Nadalia knew would bow his head to no one, not with sincerity. "...Ganondorf. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us," She told him with a respectful nod, her voice even and calm. "And thank you too, Your Majesty. I thought we could all gain some closure from a conversation."