Waking of Saturday, August 12, 2017
One of the folks at Tabantha Bridge
Stable had heard tell of some kind of platform
out on a place called Washa’s Bluff.
I could see the spot plain enough on my map. So I gave it a visit.
It was near those scablands with the mushroomy treethings.
The platform turned out to be another one of those orange pedestals I’d seen
here and there. And nearby, atop the largest treething in the vicinity, there
came that dulcet waltzing accordion....
“Kass!” I said.
I tried to climb up to him.
The treethings (I really don’t know what else to call
them) stood in a fairly dense little cluster just there, and it looked like I
might be able to climb from one to another to get to him....
But those things flare out wide as you go up. The trunks bell
outward like a trumpet. The surface was soon so inverted that I lost my grip,
and fell.
Rather missed my paraglider that
time. Ouch.
How
could I get up to where Kass was?
I cast my eyes about my
surroundings, and they fell on Satori Mountain.
It seemed.... tall.... I supposed....
I looked again at Kass’s treething,
and at Satori Mountain.
Maybe....
Yes, it seemed like an angle similar to the one I’d exploited to paraglide
from that other mountain to that Sheikah Tower so easily.
Which by the way had been David’s least favorite tower.
Those Wizzrobes, he said, he couldn’t
handle the Wizzrobes.
I did not draw any happy faces from
him when I told him how quickly and easily I’d done it.
My
turn to be smug for once!
But the height of Satori Mountain
seemed like it might just be enough
to get me up onto Kass’s treething by paraglider.
I warped to the shrine near
Satori’s peak, and gave it a shot.
I clambered up to the very highest point I could get to, one
of those three tall jutting stones at the crest, and got my bearings,
reorienting myself to this new angle. There was Washa’s Bluff waaaay down below
me, with its little cluster of treethings. It was the very same; I made sure on
my map. That was the bunch where Kass stood and played his accordion.
I stood tall and regarded my
intended destination. Hm. Looked like it might be close. I’d definitely need a
good start....
I jumped, deployed my paraglider at the highest.... and started to
sail.
It was a long way.
You know, sometimes you can tell, as you near a target, whether
you’re going to make it or not. But as I drew nearer and nearer to Kass’s
treething....parallax did not draw the choice landing-zone up or down my range
of sight. It stayed fixed directly in front of my waist as I flew down through
the air. Course corrections became costly and precious. I was on a razor’s
edge.
I really wasn’t sure I was going to make it! It was a close thing....
But at last I came to the end of my long, long paraglide PRECISELY on the very
outer lip of the big mushroomy top of Kass’s giant treething.
I’d made it!
And with a song, Kass told me the
platform had something to do with the Blood Moon. I guessed if I stood there
during the next one I’d find out more.
But there was more atop this
treething than just Kass—there was a little hut
of some kind, pleasantly open to the air and with a few simple furnishings and
a bed.... and with Kass’s journal in it.
I read it; it contained the lyrics
to all the songs his late teacher had taught him. Some I recognized, some I
didn’t. Seemed there were many
shrines yet to scare up.
Ah,
I do love crossing paths with Kass. ^_^
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