Waking of Saturday, July 28, 2018 ~ 2
I warped to the southern steps of
the Gerudo Highlands to dig into that weapons
cache I had found so long ago. Found and then left buried behind a mass of
boulders like a big expensive squirrel-horde. Those blades were shiny....
!
I shall call it....
Magpie
Rock.
Yes.
Armed with the good stuff, I then
warped to Gerudo Town, and proceeded to cook up a few extra meals in one of a
couple of unused woks just off the square.
After that....
The only thing left was the Throne
Room.
I entered slowly. Buliara was
there. But Riju was not. However, the bodyguard informed me that I had been
given special permission to visit the Chief in her sleeping quarters, upstairs.
I took the stairs on the left
(there were two staircases), and the guard on the halfway landing remarked that
the Chief must have thought pretty highly of me, a foreign vai, to be allowed
up there.
I continued up to where the
staircases met, on an outer balcony overlooking the city. Riju stood there.
“You needn’t say a thing,” she
started, “As Chief of my people, I can feel my heirloom’s power radiating from
you.”
Or some such words.
She went on to explain that she
could feel worry, in the eyes of all
her people. She was such a young chief. And to have lost the Thunder Helm in the first place....
It must be hard to have so many
expectant eyes upon you.
I handed over the helm, and Riju
put it on, then turned to face me.
Her eyes could not be seen; the
helm seemed more like a mask. Six
embossed tendrils sprang over the front before ending in little blue-jeweled
spots like eyes, gleaming in two columns of three apiece. The ornamental
vertical halo cresting the back radiated with lightning motifs.
“Well, how do I look?” she asked.
Like
a spider, I thought, and lost myself to memory....
Vah Naboris towered still and quiet
in the desert of the night. Link’s tiny figure walked across one of its
expansive decks, toward a low huddle of.... nondescript humanity....
Then the camera caught up and took
better note, and I saw the Champion Urbosa turn her head slightly at my
approach, and take the most.... beautifully
animated regard of me as I drew near.
But she moved softly, and spoke
more softly still—she wasn’t alone where she sat on the deck, on a makeshift
throw of rug and pillow. Princess Zelda leaned, dead asleep, against her left
side.
“Well you got here fast,” Urbosa
said to me, “She’s been out on a survey all day today.”
What did Urbosa ask me then?
Whether I noticed something in the princess? The exhaustion? The frustration? I
don’t remember.... and because I was Link, I didn’t answer either.
“Your silence speaks volumes,” said
Urbosa.
Hurr. |D
She went on to explain, in her low
and lilting voice, how the Princess just got frustrated whenever she saw me wearing that sword on my back. “Don’t
worry, it’s not as if you have any fault in any of this,” she added. Or some
such words.
The Princess had just been working
so hard.... “She once passed out in
the freezing waters searching for this sealing
power,” Urbosa said, “That’s the kind of motivation that drives her
research.” The Gerudo stroked the little Hylian lightly on the cheek. “She
really is special.”
And yet she felt like a failure....
Hhhh....
why? I didn’t understand....
“The night brings a chill; it’s
time we bring her in,” said Urbosa, but then she paused. “Or....” she said,
this singular floating conjunction running a rogue operation outside the
ever-present text-boxes.... what?
And rising in Urbosa’s green eyes
came a light just as mischievous....
What...?
o__o
Urbosa extended her right arm out
toward the desert.... and snapped her
fingers.
The sound came loud and crisp in
the silence before being immediately dwarfed by the shattering Kra-KAOWWww
of a bolt of lightning! Right out in the desert next to us!
Zelda gasped and sat bolt upright.
“What was that?” she panted, “Urbosa? Did you feel that?”
And as she turned about on the rug
her eyes fell on me.
“What are you doing here?” she
shrieked. She sounded embarrassed.
But Urbosa threw back her head and
let out a low and HEARTY laugh.... for honorary
contralto points.... while Zelda’s head continued to spin between
the two of us....
“What?” said Riju, “You’re just
staring...”
There were two choices. I tried to
be nice, and said, “It looks good!” ....instead of “It’s a little big...”
Riju smiled.... and shifted the
large helmet to a more secure position as she moved her head.
The Chief aimed to stop the Divine
Beast. She had researched its power, and confided to me that her people would
be entirely helpless if it made it to the town.... And she once again asked for
my aid. “Will you help me?” she said.
Sometimes I feel like the contrast
between the yes-answers and the no-answers can be a little bit extreme. That wasn’t quite the steady, manly, heroic
response I felt like giving, but.... I wasn’t gonna leave this girl in the
dust.
“I will!” I said.
And Riju gave a shaky laugh, “Who
knew that just a simple, confident pledge of support from you was all I needed
to set my mind at ease?”
Heh,
she could disguise it so well, though.... Even so, that felt good. <3
Chief Riju asked me to meet her at
the Lookout Post, east of town. “Take a sand seal,” she advised, “You can get
in some practice with them that way.”
And so I did....
. . . .
But not before I gave myself a
proper tour of the Chief’s bedroom. Oh my gosh so many cartoon sand seal prints
everywhere and the stuffed sand seals on her bed were so cute!!
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