Waking of a Saturday, February 3, 2018
I warped from Cotera’s to Gerudo
Town, and found Bozai. He seemed overly-concerned when he learned that a
delicate little flower such as myself (for I was disguised as a girl again) had
actually ventured into the wild
Gerudo Highlands. He didn’t think I’d actually do it. But when he saw the pictograph I’d taken of the Eighth
Heroine, he could make no disputations—he’d promised me those Sand Boots, and so
he gave me those Sand Boots.
Though it was a real wrench handing back the Snow Boots, I
tell you what.
He kept flirting with me pretty
strongly until I could worm my way out of the conversation. But then.... as he
sat beneath the tent out in front of the town....
I approached him again.
And dang. I don’t know if even I
had boiled it down to what was really on my mind. Not so baldly or succinctly.
But the penetrating bluntness of the
very first option I was given in my conversation with Bozai spelled it out
plain—“I want Snow Boots.”
Dang
it, Nintendo! I could take a lesson in non-codependent assertiveness from
this.... XD
Bozai seemed taken aback, but
sweetly accommodating. And through all his coddly flirting he struck a new deal for this delicate desert flower
and her silly flights of fancy.... one she wouldn’t possibly be able to see through....
If I could snap a pictograph of the
Eighth Heroine’s Missing Sword—
Hahh,
yes, yes, indeed—the Missing Sword—so
that’s what it was.... But I hardly heard the rest of Bozai’s words for how pleased I was feeling at having the
fetchquest mapped so plainly before me! ^_^
If I could take a pictograph of the
Eighth Heroine’s Missing Sword, this time without
the aid of the Snow Boots he had lent me before, then he would let me have and
keep the Snow Boots upon my return.
He was sure I would never find it
this time, as it didn’t really exist, I heard him murmur beneath his breath.
Oh what wicked cacklings were mine
as I warped off to the Shrine of Kema Kosassa....
It was slower going, without the Snow Boots. But at least that left me
to finally invest in something with a higher defense for my legs.
I schlumped up the mountain to the
Dragon’s Nest, and was favored with the good fortune of there not having been a
Blood Moon in the meanwhile—no Lynel to tangle with.... and no Moblin either!—and
took a fabulously artful pictograph
of the sword.
A simple warp and a change of
wardrobe later I was back at Gerudo Town, once again listening to Bozai’s
incredulous fluster at my having ventured into such savage, dangerous territory, a dainty little
thing like me, I mean really! Silly
girl, didn’t I know I could’ve been seriously—
I showed Bozai the pictograph.
He was shocked.
“Snow Boots,” I snapped.
DANG!
XD XD Didn’t let him mess around much for
this encounter, did they? XD XD
Bozai.... shifted, and hemmed, and
hawed, and.... decided he’d better stay true to his word. After all.... this
was his big move for a pretty lady....
He gave me the Snow Boots. And
started to ask, “Would you... g-go... out... with...”
“Not a chance.”
“You could at least let me finish
the question.”
Aoh
MAN.... XD SAVAGE. XD XD XD
Well, Bozai couldn’t really go
anywhere after that—he was confined to the little tent out front of the city.
The sand was very hot after all.
I felt kinda bad that I’d taken
every lower-body wardrobe item he had....
But not nearly bad enough to do
anything about it, not that the game had a mechanism for it that I could tell!
Nyahahahaha!
XD
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