Waking of Wednesday, March 29, 2017 ~ 3
A traveler stood on one of the
nearest hilltops to my right.
I felt.... as if I could see right
through him, but I went to speak to him anyway. I felt like I needed the practice....
He tried to sell me bananas. Twice.
I declined both times.
And either he took offense at that
or he just plain hadn’t liked me all along, because he tried to kill me shortly
thereafter. But I killed him first, and then I took his bananas anyway. And his rupees!
Nice of the Goron traveling
likewise north along the road to stop and just kind of look on while I crossed blades with a murderous assassin. I suppose
it was either a nod of confidence to my strength.... or a supreme display of
apathy.
Well.... I guess stopping and
staying was a step up from the flailing retreat I’ve seen most self-respecting
Hylians take.
Anyway I don’t know the Gorons’
ways.
Yiga!
YOU KEEP COMING FOR ME I WILL GO FULL CURARE ALL
OVER YOUR—
Hhhhh....
I had a Zora to find.
But she wasn’t anywhere.
It started to rain, and I pressed
on until I came to a bridge. I was off my map now. I ventured out onto the
planks, but couldn’t really see anything through the haze. Except another
octorok a little downstream. I dropped a bomb into the water and dodged his
shots while I waited for it to float closer to him—did you know octoroks have
the mind to lead their targets? And
quite skillfully at that.
How interesting, I thought, and
then blew him up.
I kept moving.
A little further along the road, I
came across a young woman running through the rain. “I have the worst luck...”
I heard her mutter.
Well, everybody gets caught in the
rain some time, I thought.
But that wasn’t what she was
running from—a black bokoblin was chasing after her.
I ran in and killed the thing, and
the girl stopped. She had brown hair, and she wore a pink tunic and a timid,
weary kind of posture, a little hunched and bowed beneath the downpour.
I didn’t speak to her, but only
followed after her as she started to run up the road again. Pulling back from
my full jog, I kept pace by her side; I would at least escort her until she
reached.... whatever orange glow that was that I had seen in the distance.
Flickering and indefinite, far ahead behind some trees.... maybe a fire’s
glare.... Another house like Doctor Calip’s, perhaps? Maybe that’s where this
girl was headed....
And then as we neared, and it came
looming out of the gloom with its gentle flute and soft guitar, I saw the
mighty horse’s head.
It was a stable.
And on the other side of the road,
off to the left by the river, standing beneath a large tree was....
Mister Hestu??
8D
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