Waking of Wednesday, March 29, 2017 ~ 4
The girl slowed to a walk.
I doubted another Yiga would
venture this close to civilized folk, and I spoke to her.
Her name was Leekah, and she
thanked me for my help on the road. She even said she felt less anxious with me
around, and I thanked her; that felt good.
Once I had seen her safely into the
glow of the Woodland Stable, I turned back to the tall, bobbing figure across
the road.
I ran to meet him.
“SHALAKA??”
he exclaimed at the sight of me. He was happy to see me, and I to see him. ^_^
What is “shalaka”? Just some snatch
of Korok-ese, I imagine. Either that or he just likes to scat. He does sing a
bit when he works his magic on my carrying capacity. In fact he sings a very recognizable little tune every time
that just makes me grin and tickles me no
end....
Before, when he had allowed me to
carry two more weapons, he had done a little dance with his special maracas,
and it had ended with a little bang
like a cheap firecracker and a small shower of scarlet confetti.
It was quite adorable, really. :3
But this time, as I asked him to
allow me to carry more bows, he did his dance, but the confetti came out green.
Oh,
I thought, perhaps it’s some kind of
evolution his character goes through throughout the course of the game. Do his upgrades become more powerful or
something?
But then I asked for more shields, and the confetti turned blue!
Why! Those were the Triforce
colors! Red for Power, Green for Courage, and Blue for Wisdom.
And I pondered.... Yes, those two
weapons.... the weapons in general....
those were definitely a symbol of Power.... employed to inflict your force upon
those you deem fit to slay. That was Red.
And the shields.... Protection. Cover and safekeeping. Giving yourself a
safe space. You can’t do anything in
there, but it buys you time.... time to formulate.... time to think.... A bubble of relative calm and
quiet. That could be the Blue of Wisdom perhaps....?
But what about Courage and the
bows?
That sounds like a band.... formed
by skull kids maybe.... a very juvenile boy band, yes....
*COUGH* What about Courage and the bows?
Well it’s definitely a weaker
weapon than the forceful blades you could be using.... Huh but.... archery kind
of like sniping.... while hiding....
Well that seems rather cowardly, doesn’t it? :(
But it’s not like I hide every time I use a bow....
Maybe just the thought of it being
a weaker weapon.... but still a weapon
nonetheless. It can’t rely on great overwhelming force and you can’t use a
shield while you hold it, but it can still do something. That’s got to take some
of the Green of Courage, hasn’t it?
It was a bow that
quieted Vah Ruta.
....
Maybe I did use to be a great archer.
Mister Hestu allowed me a few more
trades this time. They got more expensive per carrying-type as they went on,
but I had plenty of Korok seeds.
But after a time, he looked up with
a jolt, and said he thought he might remember his way back home after all!
(He’d been a bit lost, you see.) He also said something about his father or
grandfather might be waiting for him.... I do wonder if I’ll ever find his
home, or meet his family....
We parted ways, and I turned toward
the little pond by the stable.
There was a shrine there, and I had
come a long way.
The pounding rain finally let up as
I passed a sodden open-air dining area or deck of some kind, and I made my way
beneath a high cliff, along a narrow bank toward the shrine.
Two stalizalfos popped out of the
ground and I slashed them both to bits, killing one with my blade, and taking
the other’s skull-head and punting it
into the water, which felt AMAZING.
And in I went, into the shrine of
Mirro Shaz.
“I said it was SIMPLE, I never said it was easy!” – The Witch of the
Walls, Legend of Zelda cartoon
I think I must always have had some
kind of soft spot for Bob Forward....
I broke a few weapons, hounding
after the prizes of Mirro Shaz, the tricksy devil.... That very last hidden one
was an arduous exercise in math,
science, physics and athletic precision. And patience. At one point, wanting to
go faster and hitting the wrong button too soon, I caught the wrong end of Ja
Baij’s gift point blank and blew myself across the room.
Have I mentioned yet how beautiful the animation is of Link sent
flying?
He looks like what a person would
look like, as the poor guy rolls to a dazed and dizzied stop.
Very lovely. Very fluid.
Very painful. -__-;
Weapons shattered, numbers mounted
in my skull, hearts were lost, but it was worth it, getting that final chest
behind the last barred door.
I wonder what Purah would make of a Giant
Ancient Core.
It wasn’t until later that I
wondered what the stable folk might have thought of me as I jabbered away to
the empty rain.... since most people can’t see Koroks it seems. I’d forgotten.
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