Waking of Tuesday, May 2, 2017
I stepped out of the Outskirt
Stable, it was five o’clock in the morning, the sun was shining.... Time for a
new adventure!
Time to go find that other split of
the river!
After consulting my compass and buying
every arrow Beedle had in stock (it was my first time purchasing arrows), I took
off northward, crossing to the west side of the river when I came to Manhala
Bridge.
I didn’t care for the path, as
usual, but instead scrambled almost straight up the rocky sides of this big
hump of earth. Always head to high ground!
It was grassy on top, and—wouldn’t
you know it—as I continued north, I did catch a glimpse of a white horse off to
my left, just trotting through the rolling flowers. Very pretty.
It wasn’t pure white—its mane was a kind of cream-color.
But I’d say it was definitely a one-color horse.
Still.... I had my own business to
attend to. I didn’t change course as it came trotting in my general direction.
Would it see me and stop? Whatever it did, I had to keep moving north.
But I paused when I saw some
structures just ahead on the other end of this big hill.
Baddies?
I didn’t see any movement. I came
closer.
The place was called Sanadin Park
Ruins. But it didn’t seem very ruinous.
On the contrary it looked.... well quite pleasant
still, even after all these years.
Maybe monsters had never come here.
And then, up on top, in the center
of the structures, I saw a bit of statuary—a
horse.
It
was the horse statue from one of Zelda’s pictographs!
I climbed up and took a few more
pictographs myself. I’m not sure how the Princess must have managed the angle
she got before, but I tried to recapture it as best I could.... I fell over the
railing a couple of times.
After one of these times, I ran
back round to get on top again, and—
“Glendo?”
Glendo was there on his horse! Out
of nowhere! I often saw him at the Outskirt Stable, warning me of the monsters
that come out at night....
“Glendo could you clear off,
please? I’m trying to have a moment
here....”
I milled around on the grass for a
while until he finally scooted his horse back toward the stable, muttering
something about “something seems off....”
I stopped, thinking to ask him
about it, but.... in that moment he got too far away.
I turned back to the statue. Now
that I was properly alone with it again, I could get a few more good
pictographs....
But very shortly after Glendo had
gone, the daylight began to dim. The blue began to brood into a creamy haze,
and then a light grey, and then a dark
grey, and then.... rain began to fall.
Well.
Not the picturesque reunion I’d
been hoping for, but....
Hhhh and all the gay little flowers
so sodden.
-_-
But I couldn’t wait there forever.
I stepped in front of the statue,
and looked at Zelda’s pictograph....
The sun hung low and the sky was
shot with gold. Sunset I think.
Princess Zelda and I rode our
horses along that very hill above Manhala Bridge, toward Sanadin Park. Just at
a walk.
Her horse was white—it was just like
that one I had seen.... all white with a creamy mane. My own horse.... heh,
looked kinda like Brown, actually. Dark, with four white socks.
She was just talking. About her
horse’s saddle and bridle—very lovely
tack, all gleaming and befitting a horse who bears royalty on his back. She
said he wore it well.
My horse’s gear wasn’t so
splendid—I even had a bedroll behind my saddle. What kind of life did I lead?
She thanked me for some
advice—about riding I guess—and then we came to the little deck by the statue,
and dismounted.
She stepped toward the railing, and
the sun’s light haloed her in a brilliant red glow.
“Do you see that mountain? That is
Mount Lanayru, named for the Goddess of Wisdom....”
It was far away.
Zelda said she had prayed at both
the Spring of Power and the Spring of Courage, but that neither instance had
awoken anything inside her.
She also said that no one under the
age of seventeen was allowed to—
She looked again at Mount Lanayru,
at whose top was the Spring of Wisdom.
It was a tall mountain, I knew.
Treacherously tall.
And then she turned to me again and
told me that tomorrow was her seventeenth birthday.
Would she climb the mountain, then?
Her
hair was so red....
Rain dripped down my face, and the
grass was wet and the flowers were soaked under the grey, grey sky.
Under cover of the downpour, I
found the white horse again. The white horse I hadn’t thought much of. But now
that I knew what it was.... And it looked just like him, too.... Just like him....
He bucked me off once, and as the
rain thinned out and stopped, it was a long crouch through the moonlit grass to
sneak up on him again.
The second time I didn’t let go.
It took nearly every stamina-based
meal and elixir I had to stay on his back—but I did.
He is strong. He is fierce.
He is WILD.
And I brought him back to the
Outskirt Stable. And I registered him there, and I called him....
Memory.
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