4The End, New Beginnings
A cascade of cerulean ripples acted as coat and lighting for the reaches of the 'room'. Also the pedestals placed around a centre platform were coloured the same. The chamber seemed covered in underwater undulations, although the atmosphere was not as palpable as a sea's pressure.
Crystalline clinking accented the Hero's decline of hovering within a house of shiny, enclosed facets. The sides slipped out of the world itself and as soles of work-weathered shoes impacted the platform, Saria stepped forward onto that place of reality to face him. The Hero of Time, her awakener, turned to hear her talk.
How the Master Sword has chosen him, the contradiction of the child him staring out through a slightly scowling face from a man's physical form, a murmur of memories flowing to under-light how perplexing was this present, and his potential still latent yet ultimately to be unleashed... Saria saw all shades and overt blocks of brightness and shadow and blackness both simultaneously and in sequence.
She sighted even more, with how every speck of shine of existence was shimmering, for her eyes, with the life of the Woods: everything was of interlinked ecosystems shaped by vine tendrils, which were utterly unwavering in strength of invigoration of growth, tying together each and every contributing counterpart.
Saria's senses had her shiver with the exhilaration of nature in its completeness, yet she was cleansed of any chance of an awe-struck, overwhelmed state by clarity of cerebral and spiritual awareness. She had the gift to see and feel all details in definition of lives' most faultless forms, while also awesomely aware of every entity's relation to the rustling of arboreal greenery and leaves and scents.
If spirits are of constant growth, then Saria saw all stages from seed to sapling to strength of age and empowerment in every glimpse she took of a being at only one time in that soul's life.
Saria smiled and her omnipotence shone from her body of Kokiri and spirit and SAGE all together, synthesized, for all time. When she spoke, her voice was as if echoed by potency that could smother or soothe, that was of subtleness and incredible intricacy all at once. When she breathed, she sensed the shivering of leaves and the absorption by roots as if the Woods were breathing with her.
"You did it. You saved my Temple, my strength... You are here, and you saved me." Saria spoke, as she forever would, as BOTH Sage and girl. The latter sent the stabs of passion into her heart to share through her words, and the former granted the Forest's gratitude in its immensity. Saria blinked slowly, and then stared -so simply she did so- to the man, the boy, the being of bravery before her.
"And because of you, I have emerged, awakened, as Sage of the Forest! ...I lend to you my medallion." Her newfound natural strength would never fail or falter. But her emotions leapt as a leaf torn from a tree as, to her Hero, she sent the symbol of her—
"Saria." The Hero of Time spoke her name, and –just as she had 'tasted' him—experienced all intensity of Saria's intrinsic extremeness. His reaction was tangible in how he stumbled just slightly, in how he had with subtlety savoured speaking that one word, as if he had been silent forever until that moment... and in how he scowled his common trait of lack of comprehension of depth.
Saria giggled, with all memories of past happiness showing up for that... that last laugh with her Hero.
For he had been her boy of courage when they were both Kokiri. Now him a Hylian Hero, and her a Sage... a Sage of gifts and the glory of carrying the youth of rebirth and ecosystem life cycles for eternity. She told herself there was no room for regretting times taken from her and him.
His scowl washed from his face suddenly into surprise as the Sending crystal re-simulated as surrounding him. He had flicked his gaze around, but now he accustomed cerulean irises –which wavered with supposedly the wall's 'sea waves'— to upon Saria. He smacked his palms to the facet in front of him, between him and—
"I'll listen for the song." Saria spoke, before shielding herself from his look by shutting her eyelids.
The light then erupted to enclose and send off all surrounding beings to their places of belonging. Within the whiteness, the two warriors were separated, and upon all planes able to be sighted by Saria there was suddenly rain.
The forest girl, Saria the Sage, subtle and strong, growing and green eternally ever after... That Kokiri girl whispered into the whiteness. Perhaps her one intended listener would, just this once, truly hear her. Saria would still never be sure if she truly wanted him to understand.
"Remember. I will always be... your friend..."