Waking of Saturday, October 13, 2018
In the Deku Tree’s Navel I cooked
me up some stamina-replenishing meals.
Mmf! Mighty fine eatin’. Endura
Shrooms. Good stuff. I didn’t want to find myself in dire straights on any bare
cliff faces again.
After that it was a warp to the
Highland Stable. More often than not I always went everywhere on foot, but
now.... I wanted to do that equestrian obstacle course. Because I wanted to be
a better rider. Ever since I’d heard of it I’d always thought to come back and
give it a try some time....
No time like the present.
And after only the minor
distraction of running the very longest Korok race I think I’d ever seen.... I
came back, bypassing all the mounted Bokoblins in the field, and got to the
stable.
One lady inside had a sidequest
available: Horseback Hoodlums.
Evidently those mounted Bokoblins
were making life difficult for travelers on the road. It wasn’t that hard to
believe.
So back onto the field I went. I
attracted all of their attentions while wearing my Bokoblin Mask, and drew them
in close until they were walking their horses in one foul, leering circle
around me. Out came my sword; I charged up for a spin-attack....
And one shot of Urbosa’s Fury took
them all out. Completely.
Didn’t expect it to work all the
way to death in just one hit.
Oh, and Sorry, horses.
But they seemed to be all right.
Mission completed, I went back to
the stable. The lady gave me a Swift
Carrot for my troubles, and told me that horses love them. “Really!”
So I fed a.... gosh I didn’t have a lot of Swift Carrots.... I
fed an Endura Carrot to Brown. Aww, he liked that. I’d never dropped food for
my horses before. :)
And then I turned to Blynne. The man behind the obstacle
course. It was twenty rupees a pop, and all I had to do was jump my mount over
ten gates. And stay on my horse. Otherwise the run would be over!
Blynne’s time was a minute and
fifteen seconds; he told me to try for a minute-thirty. If I could beat that
he’d give me a prize....
It was.... much more difficult than it looked. I knew theoretically that a
galloping horse wouldn’t be able to turn on a dime. But it was difficult to actually command my mount through its
various speeds, while on the move.
And while trying to HURRY.
It was good practice at least.
Good, irritating, infuriating, diabolical
PRACTICE....
Blynne gave me a carrot for every
attempt between 1:30 and 2:00 anyway, which was nice. And you know.... I do
believe.... those carrots gave extra whip-cracks
to my horse! Extra speed-bursts. If only temporarily. Huh....
It took a few tries, but when I
finally beat a minute-thirty, Blynne gave me the Extravagant Bridle. Oh my gosh it had a feather springing from the crown....
But OHH-HO-HO-HOHH it was only the
bridle—what a delicious tease—I wanted
the complete set! And for that, I would have to beat Blynne’s time of 1:15.
Oh
boy....
I ran the course. And ran it. And
ran it backwards. And ran it forwards. And failed. And kept missing gates. And
Brown kept refusing. And sometimes, fed
up with irrecoverable time loss once again I would HOP DOWN from the saddle
just to get Blynne to blow the whistle so the run would be over and I could try
again that much sooner, even though I KNEW, from watching that adorable show Silver Spoon on Flixnet, that that was a
bad idea, and that giving up mid-run
like that would discourage and emotionally scar
any real horse!
But I did it anyway. GADS if you weren’t lined up PERFECTLY PERPENDICULAR to the gate on your
approach....
PRACTICE. IT WAS ALL
GOOD PRACTICE.
I tried and tried and TRIED and
tried and tried until FINALLY.... I did
it in 1:08.
Blynne was shocked! “I never thought I’d see the day...”
“Me neither,” I said.
But Blynne said he’d better live up
to his word, and he gave me the Extravagant
Saddle.
Ah
I had them both. And they do look
extravagant!
I gave Brown so many carrots then.
“Good boy,” I praised him, “Good boy, Good
boy, WHOOZAGOODBOYYY???”
But even after all that.... the
Extravagant Tack just didn’t really suit him.
I tried it on Memory, and the
effect was pretty good, but.... honestly he just looked embarrassed.
Hmmmm if I had a big, pure black
horse... maybe.... yeah....
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