Waking of Saturday, October 28, 2017 ~ 7
It was well past midnight, and I
really, really did need to get to bed
and to sleep.
I wanted to end the session,
but.... maybe just one more thing first....
I rode a bit further on from the
Gerudo Canyon Stable, and the canyon came to an abrupt end at the edge of a
vast and sandy desert scape. I tried Dragmire at the edge of the desert, but he
would go no further. There was something of a small ledge that dropped down
several feet, and so I tried him again at the high end of a ramp that seemed
meant for foot traffic.... but he wasn’t having it.
So I ran him back to the stable and
boarded him.
That
would be the last thing I did. Maybe.
It didn’t seem like it would hurt
just to talk to the stable people first.
Beedle was there—no, I wasn’t going to trade him my
Energetic Rhino Beetle; most of his trades seemed like not such great deals
anyway. And Kass was there—he said he was impressed with me for having come so
far! “Even I, blessed with the gift of flight, had trouble getting here,” he
said.
I did not stay to listen to his
song, though.
A man named Sesami told me he and
his friends had been jumped by some baddies around such-and-such plateau, and
they were lost and would I please go help to find them. Their names were Oliff,
Flaxel, Canolo and Palme.
What an oily-sounding bunch. XD
And then there was an old man who
was in need of Rushrooms. He wanted
to gather a bunch of them, but he was too old and frail to climb up to where
they grew on the cliff walls.
AND WOULD I PLEASE HELP HIM.
Well that.... didn’t seem like too much work.
Maybe I would just dart up and grab
him the Rushrooms—they grew everywhere
around here it seemed—and I would make THAT the last thing I did before I went
to bed.
It turned out he needed quite a few
of them—certainly more than I had on me; I never gather those things....
And so I climbed a few hills,
climbed a few cliffs, up the one side of the canyon, the side overhanging the
ground where the stable stood.... And then I decided to check out the side
across the way, the hilly side that mounted up beyond the Kay Noh Shrine.
I’d been curious about that side.
Huge and angular steps of grey stone stood in stark contrast to the beigeruddy,
windswept curves of the rest of the canyon. A castle among the cliffs.
No, not a castle—a fortress.
It was hard not to see the old Gerudo’s Fortress in those shapes.
There were no doors in these
stones, though. Only a few ladders and pulleys led the way to the top.
Up and up and up I climbed.... losing track of everything. Weird scapes opened up
before my eyes. Strange lands and monumental shapes. It was as if I had entered
a Land of Goddesses; a ring of Desert Colossi stood ancient and imposing,
facing inward together as if in prayer.
Away out in the desert, I saw the
Divine Beast stomping around.
And looking up.... there was the
Sheikah Tower.
It was quite close.
Should
I....?
....
I debated.
.......
The hour was so late....
. . . . . . .
Was
that the sun?
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