Zelda smiled and got to her feet. Putting her hand on Lucien's arm, she smiled up at him. "Just keep in mind that a single young man does not all of Hylia make. And he will be honored beyond belief to be taught by the best there is." She then started down the hill, her long blonde hair blowing in the slight breeze that blew from between the mountains.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>The next morning dawned crisp and clear. The Princess of Hylia had slept well the night before, primarily due to a tea Impa had given her before she lay down to sleep. Zelda suspected she wouldn't have slept at all, otherwise. The morning sun was already streaming in through the window as she stretched in the bed. The rest of the village was already well awake, and she was surprised she had somehow slept so late. She dressed quickly and went downstairs, finding some toast and cheese on the table. Taking some, she went outside where she could already hear muttered curses.<br/><br/>Impa was finishing her forms for the morning. An age-old tradition most of the Sheikah kept, it helped attune the mind and ready the muscles for the day to come. Lucien, whose forms were integrated into his weapons work, was in the process of teaching them to Link.<br/><br/>Zelda watched patiently, eating her small breakfast and stifling laughter. Soon enough, Impa finished and came over to join her. After a moment of also watching Lucien and Link, the older woman shook her head and put her hand on the princess's shoulder.<br/><br/>"They'll get the hang of it soon enough. Now, I sent a message to the leader of the team excavating the Guardians in Blatchery Plain. He should be here this afternoon. Which gives us plenty of time to look over what I have on that giant sword." Impa turned, heading back into the house.<br/><br/>Taking a last look at the two men, her eyes lingering on the younger of the two, Zelda turned and followed her.