Waking of Tuesday, May 2, 2017 ~ 3
Ah,
Sheem Dagoze’s was a fun little shrine....
The cliffs certainly were tall
here. I ran along the high ledge on the north side—the non-Satori-Mountain side—and headed west. Straaange looking things crossed my periphery, but.... I didn’t
stop to investigate. Oddly-shaped trees like gigantic mushrooms, a yammering
conglomeration of blue moblins—what in the world
were they all so riled up about? I would explore this area more thoroughly
another time.
As the river bent toward the south,
I eventually ran out of footing and had to paraglide closer to the water’s
surface—a big piece of land jutted up like a plateau inside the canyon down
there.... But as I jogged across it another
stalmoblin popped up to say hello.
I didn’t have time for it, but ran
straight to the plateau’s westernmost tip; the stalmoblin left off back by some
trees....
I could see the next best place to
go if I wanted to maintain this agile altitude—across the river on Mount Satori
was another ledge—with.... baobab trees on it?
How interesting.
However, the rain had returned, and
with the little plateau’s height, I wasn’t positive I’d be able to make that
ledge.... There was a large possibility I’d touch down on the face of the cliff
beneath, and I didn’t want to get caught in the rain there and slip.
So I just had to wait it out.
And as I waited, there was little
else for me to do but look around: a ruddy, tiered sort of mountain range stood
before me, west of the river.
I looked up. Some of its higher
bluffs were dusted with snow.
I looked up further.
“WHAT
THE—”
Gleaming electric yellow against
the night sky, undulating like a jellyfish, long, gargantuan, twining like an
enormous snake, four forelegs, two
hind, floating on the snowy, cloudy air, passing in such serene slowness for its sheer size—
It was a DRAGON.
I had found David’s Dragon.
I snapped a pictograph, and my
Compendium informed me its name was Farosh—a
spirit of lightning in the form of a great dragon. Although it meant no ill
toward men, it was still very dangerous to approach.
Well—
I—
....
Wow.
My Compendium also mentioned
something about the Spring of Courage.
Was
the Spring of Courage on top of that tiered mountain range?
Zelda
had mentioned a Spring of Courage....
Eventually the rain let up, and I
paraglided over to the low riverside cliff on Mount Satori—I’d been wise to
wait; I didn’t make the top of the
ledge, but had to scramble up from the sheer rock face.
The baobab trees were big and
bewildering! I ran through them, following the cliff’s edge until—it
disappeared? Suddenly I was running through the bottom of a valley bordered by
both Mount Satori and the tiered red
mountain range. What just happened?
I turned around and had a careful
look into the gorge.
The river seemed to stop.
No,
surely this had to be just a land bridge. The river just passed underground for
a while—
I floated down—well, fell in, really, after trying to get a
better view.
The river really did just stop in a
dead end.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?”
Where
the heck was the LAKE?
Rivers didn’t just run out—I had known this ever since Ben
had explained it to me way back when I’d shown him my very first fantasy map. I
hated having been wrong about something and it was irritating to think of
redrawing my map, but at least I then
knew some proper geology. DEAD END RIVERS....
“Shut up its Hyrule,” my own ironic voice sounded in my head.
Rivers
don’t run out....
I puttered around the bottom for a
while—the wind was unnaturally strong,
blowing everything in toward this dead end; it was a little creepy. The Korok I
found was small consolation for my long journey to nowhere.
Hhhhh.
There was nothing else for it
except to start swimming back.
I changed into my Zora Armor; it’d
be slow going against the current.
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