The Princess Irate

Waking of Saturday, January 5, 2019

The Princess Irate

It was raining in the morning when I woke up at the Tabantha Bridge Stable.

Happy though I was for my new mount Knight, I left him boarded as I set out for the day. This was exploration time, and I would be more agile on my own.

I crossed the Tabantha Bridge to the west, no longer afraid of the Guardian Flyers patrolling between the ridiculous rocky hills on the other side. Their range of vision was nowhere near as far-reaching as I’d initially thought.

I still gave them a wide berth, though.

I climbed up the cliffs on the left, and found at their rolling, grassy crest... the Ancient Columns. Just like Pikango had said. And there was the shrine as well. The Tena Ko’sah Shrine. This was the spot depicted in Princess Zelda’s pictograph.

I’d known this place was here. I’d even heard the shrine’s siren signal brreep-brreeping as I’d crossed through this area looking for the fairy fountain before. I’d left it alone, then.

But now I was here for the land.

I was here for the map.

I was here for Divine Beast Vah Medoh.

The light of the lost memory was easy to find.

I stepped into it....

Zelda stood before the shrine’s pedestal, and held the slate up to it.

The unchanging breeze blew on in its whispersong.

“Nothing. Just like before.” She looked disappointed as she drew the slate back and continued to murmur to herself. Something about that it seemed the structure would only activate for the master of the sword....?

“How can I get inside?” she wondered aloud....

They say Hylians have long ears to better hear the voices of the Gods. I guessed mine must have been extra long to pick up even the princess’ murmurings, because I then came galloping up on my horse from over the hill. My brown horse.

Zelda’s white was already there. Had she ditched me while riding somehow? Couldn’t really put it past the abilities of the white steed....

Zelda saw me coming and.... she looked kind of pissed....

Link dismounted and came up to her.

“I’ve already told you I don’t need an escort!” she started. And like the growl of a harried cat she lowered her volume but not her venom: “It seems I’m the only one with a mind of my own.”

Or some such words.

Looking anywhere but at Link, she blustered on and insisted from so many angles that she was fine on her own, no matter what the king’s orders were.

“Go back to the castle,” she told me.

But Link didn’t. He only followed softly after her as she stalked angrily away.

She turned around—“And stop following me!”

So angry....

Hhhhh.