zelda (hylianruler) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-20 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, midna, zelda |
Who: Midna and Zelda
When: Oct 1
Where: Hyrule Hotel
What: Checking out the new glass sculpture
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Zelda had a couple of hours between filming and meetings, so she headed to the newest Hyrule hotel, the one that was set to open in January of 2014. She’d heard from her father that they were installing a new glass sculpture in the lobby, and she wanted to see. Going to see before the hotel officially opened meant that she would have a chance without people crowding her for pictures and autographs.
She wandered into the lobby, looking for the sculpture. The only people around were the workers who were painting, carpeting, or whatever it was they were doing.
A woman's voice cut over the sound of construction. It was lightly accented and a little clipped. "Oh my god. No! No! More to the left! Oaf! Move."
An Indian woman was moving one of the workers aside and taking his place, lowering delicate glass flowers into place. There were thousands of the flowers, from the size of a fist to one nearly as big as a person. They were positioned in intricate arrangement on a large cylindrical pillar with many spokes.
The colors shifted depending on the light, all the shades of red and yellow and green, but every one seemed to have a delicate heart of purple, or black or dark blue.
Midna muttered to herself and then checked for cracks.
Zelda stepped closer to watch, breaking into a grin at the sight of the flowers. She wondered how long the set-up was going to take. She’d love to have a word with the artist, though she didn’t want to interrupt.
The woman stepped back, looking up and down the sculpture. Seemingly satisfied, she clapped her hands together. “Perfect. Thank you, Mr. Oaf.” She nodded at the big man, who just rolled his eyes.
Zelda was grinning as she looked up at the artwork. When she realized that it was complete, she moved over toward where the woman was standing. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”
Midna jumped, then whirled around to chew out whoever had interrupted her. She stopped, mouth still open, and then straightened. “Miss Zelda. Thank you. I hope it meets your expectations.”
“It’s not really mine that it needs to meet, more my father’s… but I’m sure he’s going to love it,” She said, reaching a hand forward to shake the woman’s hand. “You must be Miss Midna.”
Midna shook Zelda’s hand and smiled toothily. “That’s me. I’d rather impress you, I don’t think your father has an eye for art. No offense.”
Zelda chuckled. “None taken. My dad may be a profitable businessman, but when it comes to the arts?” She shook her head. “But he’s going to love this. He’d have to be blind and stupid not to.”
“I’m sure your father is neither,” Midna replied. She bounced on her heels as she stood, incapable of standing still. The woman was full of energy, and not much of it nervous.
“Definitely not.” Zelda said, watching the woman bounce. “...tell me more about the sculpture?” She asked, unable to stop herself from bouncing a bit, too. It was catching, apparently.
Grinning, Midna took Zelda’s hand and excitedly told her all about it. She waved her hands and made glass blowing motions, often looking like a puffer fish when she did so. She mimed her way through the whole process.
Zelda laughed at the look on Midna’s face, and pretty much grinned like an idiot the whole way through. She loved seeing people who were so passionate about their art. She nodded enthusiastically, listening and looking at the beautiful piece. “Wow. How long have you been making glass art?”
“Since I was four. I got into it because my father was an artist. My mother is the brains in the family. We still write. Skype now.” Midna spun on her heels. “I cannot paint to save my life, but give me some glass…”
“I can’t even imagine. It’s so hot! Well, I can’t paint, really, either, so I can’t imagine making art in any medium, but glass seems even more amazing!” Zelda said, grinning at the other girl.
“It’s the most wonderful thing ever,” Midna assured her. She hugged the other woman gleefully. “I enjoy it, very much. It’s my life.”
Zelda was glad to have found a fast friend. She hugged the other woman back. “Would you like to go grab a coffee? That is, if you’re done here. I’d like to hear more about glass.”
“COFFEE. You must have learned my weakness? Who told you?!” Midna had a sharp look, before she dissolved into laughter. “Yes, we must do coffee and I will tell you how much I like to blow things.”
Zelda laughed along with her friend. “I think it’s everyone’s weakness! I want mine iced. With almond syrup and soy milk.” She said, turning to walk with Midna out of the hotel. The comment about blowing things brought forth another peal of embarrassed laughter, and Zelda went bright red.
“Have you never blown things before?” Midna asked, her face completely serious.
Zelda shook her head a bit, still laughing and bright red.
She grinned, like the imp she really was. “Want me to show you? We can get great pleasure from creating art.”
Zelda managed to collect herself. “Okay.” She said, nodding. The giggles were fading, as was the color from her cheeks. “Okay, sounds good. I’d like that.”
“Only you. I’m not about to go starting a class or anything, but you’re pretty I like you.” She nodded to herself. There was just something about Zelda that made her want to help her.
Zelda’s cheeks went scarlet again. She looked down shyly, wearing a genuine, humble, warm smile. “Thank you. You’re pretty, too. I mean, I like you, too.”
Midna grinned and bounced on her heels. She looked around at her display, then pulled Zelda over to an array of flowers. “Pick one.”
“Pick one?” Zelda asked, her eyes going wide as dinner plates. “Pick one??”
“Pick a flower! A gift, from me to you, for letting me work so much. It won’t be missed, trust me.” She winked lightly.
“Hey, I can’t say no to that. They’re beautiful. What about… that one?” There was one that had some purple, pink and green in it, and Zelda thought it was the best of the bunch.
“Then it’s yours.” She carefully removed it from the display, rearranging to cover the gap. “Here.”
“Oh my God. Really? Seriously? This is… Thank you.” Zelda accepted the beautiful flower and held it carefully. “You’ll have to come set it up at my place, so it’d displayed properly.”
“I’d like that,” she replied, cheerfully. They could drink and gossip, or whatever it was two women did together - Midna had generally been a loner.
“Great! Okay, here,” Zelda dug through her purse and found a business card. Since she was a movie producer now, she had business cards! She flipped it over and wrote her cell number and home address on the back. “Call or text me, and we’ll arrange a time for you to come over. There’s my address.” She said, then held out the card to Midna. It was a little awkward to do, still holding the glass flower, but she managed without dropping anything.
She took the card and slipped it into the front of her shirt. “Okay! You’re a big shot, I forgot!”
Zelda blushed. “Big shot? Maybe. I dunno.” She said, bashfully. “But I am working a lot lately, so a head’s up when you’re ready to make an appointment would be ideal.”
“I’ll let you know! We’ll have so so much fun.” Midna looked at her with amusement glinting in her eyes.
“I always do.” Zelda said, grinning.