Waking of Friday, April 14, 2017 ~ 4
Well, after hanging around as much
as I cared to, I decided it was finally time to head toward the Woodland Stable
and its tower. I needed to find out what I could about the river....
There was a road passing close by
the Wetland Stable; it looked like it led away overland in the direction I
needed to go. Surely it must have connected with the other side of Thims
Bridge.
When I was ready I set off at a
jog, blowing past Doctor Spoone and a coughing merchant as they visited in some
tree-shade.
I was headed for some tricky
territory—sooner than I expected it.
There was a man walking a little
ahead of me, not even very far from the stable. But he trod just a little to
the left of the path it seemed....
I spoke to him.
He was a Traveler.
I looked through him in avid determination—I had places to go!
But this Traveler was slightly
different; he didn’t put up any thin lies.... He just asked about that thing on my waist.
Lots of people have been doing
that.
But when he asked if it were indeed
a Sheikah Slate, and fed up I told
him No.... —I didn’t want to endanger this thing—
Well, we both dropped the charade
and proceeded to have a very violent discussion about it.
Sometimes they still get
me—sometimes I still get hurt.
But I’ve not fallen to one of them
yet.
And I wasn’t about to start now.
I took his life before he could
take mine.
Hylia help me if they ever start
walking on the very roads....
No. Hylia help them.
I saw a blue bokoblin capering over
a prone figure on a smaller bridge a short way ahead, just off the castleward split
of a fork in the path. Great honk but
this road was.... busy.
Well, as long as I was picking
fights....
When the bokoblin was dead, the
poor Hylian got up from the planks. It was a woman, and she had darkish
hair.... and she stood, a little hunched, in her pink tunic before me—
“Leekah?” I said.
“You know, a hundred years ago, a
girl could go for a walk alone if she wanted,” she said.
Poor thing.
She thanked me for my help, and
took off in the direction of the Wetland Stable.
I jogged along with her. It wasn’t
that far.
Well,
Quince, here’s a woman for you.
Treat
her nice.
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