In spite of the fall of Caer Scima, Midna was more than a little thrilled just to see Javik. She'd spent a majority of her time in Mair at Ganondorf's behest, but she couldn't simply sit or stand around looking pretty. Until Mair's lord needed her, she found herself interested in the landscape. It'd be hard to gain influence without being a little more 'in the know,' and with Scima, that had already become a bit more difficult than she'd wanted it to be.
All the same, when she learned of Javik's intentions, she couldn't resist wanting to accompany him, regardless of what he thought of her. While she liked him plenty, she was under the impression that perhaps he didn't quite feel the same in return. And she couldn't blame him for that. Few people could, after all, stomach the extended presence of one sarcastic and oft snooty princess. Yet he'd permitted her to attend and perhaps that was out of curiosity.
His beast companions she took almost an immediate like to. It was almost like travelling with a wolf, or shadow kargaroks. Basically she found beauty in even the grotesque and the varren weren't particularly aesthetically pleasing. But she was utterly charmed by them and in their personal companionship almost never stopped with her sly, secretive smile. Having one herself would have proven useful.
Javik himself, was useful, and she had a distinct appreciation for that. She kept her ears attentive, able to pick up on most of the subtle sounds, but when it came down to the truth of things, she couldn't claim to be anywhere near as practical. Even with Link, she'd mostly delegated responsibility. Working with Wan had been a special case and all things considered, Midna still preferred to live a luxurious life, as much as she didn't want to admit to it aloud.
A hand at her hip, when Javik addressed her, Midna was taking in their environment, finding it all too bright for her preference. Although Zelda's kindness had given her the ability to withstand it, that never lasted forever. Consequently, Midna found herself attempting to retreat better beneath her cloak and silently praying for night to fall. She squinted at his question and quickly began an investigative scouting with her eyes.
"...Not from here," she admitted, knowing her eyes weren't so good. "If they are hunting, they will return in their own time." Looking over to Javik, she cocked an eyebrow, "You do not think they are merely hunting, perhaps. What do you propose we do? I doubt they come to a call of 'puppy, puppy, puppy.'" But then to be fair, Link never would have come to that, either.
no subject
All the same, when she learned of Javik's intentions, she couldn't resist wanting to accompany him, regardless of what he thought of her. While she liked him plenty, she was under the impression that perhaps he didn't quite feel the same in return. And she couldn't blame him for that. Few people could, after all, stomach the extended presence of one sarcastic and oft snooty princess. Yet he'd permitted her to attend and perhaps that was out of curiosity.
His beast companions she took almost an immediate like to. It was almost like travelling with a wolf, or shadow kargaroks. Basically she found beauty in even the grotesque and the varren weren't particularly aesthetically pleasing. But she was utterly charmed by them and in their personal companionship almost never stopped with her sly, secretive smile. Having one herself would have proven useful.
Javik himself, was useful, and she had a distinct appreciation for that. She kept her ears attentive, able to pick up on most of the subtle sounds, but when it came down to the truth of things, she couldn't claim to be anywhere near as practical. Even with Link, she'd mostly delegated responsibility. Working with Wan had been a special case and all things considered, Midna still preferred to live a luxurious life, as much as she didn't want to admit to it aloud.
A hand at her hip, when Javik addressed her, Midna was taking in their environment, finding it all too bright for her preference. Although Zelda's kindness had given her the ability to withstand it, that never lasted forever. Consequently, Midna found herself attempting to retreat better beneath her cloak and silently praying for night to fall. She squinted at his question and quickly began an investigative scouting with her eyes.
"...Not from here," she admitted, knowing her eyes weren't so good. "If they are hunting, they will return in their own time." Looking over to Javik, she cocked an eyebrow, "You do not think they are merely hunting, perhaps. What do you propose we do? I doubt they come to a call of 'puppy, puppy, puppy.'" But then to be fair, Link never would have come to that, either.