Waking of Monday, March 18, 2019
Looking for Shrines.
Bottom of Lake Totori. Nope. Just a
lot of swimming and Stamina games. And dripping through the air shafts.
The Devil’s Own Highway, via Moza’s....
enchanting abode. Nope. Just some Koroks and coyotes.
Purifier Lake. Killed the Hinox and the Lynel. Rusty Shield finally gave
out in a blaze of glory.
Nope.
The eastern skirts of the volcano.
Found some ruins, the Shadow Hamlet Ruins.... But nope.
The northeastern shore of the
mainland. Nope.
There was....
....
I
needed a Korok Leaf....
Warped to the forest and picked one
off the ground. Finally spoke to one Kula
the Korok, who wanted to see an Ice Rod. Heh,
another Nebb....
I was busy.
Boating around Lomei Labyrinth
Island. Nope.
Almost drowned when the wind blew
away my boat after I swam to the border. But there was ground to stand on at
the island.
No shrines.... where are there more
shrines....
Tried a bit around the northeastern
Central Plains. Nope.
The northern skirts of the Gerudo
Highlands, as far west as I could go. Nope.
The eastern edge of that bowl of
jungle-forest on the way to the Spring of Courage. Nope.
Hateno.
....Cooked more meals. That Lynel was
brutal.
Bed.
Sleep.
Good night.
Just kidding.
Came back late when everyone else
had gone toward bed. To bed.
Checked out Strock Lake. Very
strange winds. Lots of treasure, a few Koroks, butt-tons of Lizalfos and a
heckton of trouble. But no shrines. Nope.
Checked out the western edges of
the Central Plains. Nope.
Hem and haw. Shilly Shally.
....
I
shall.
I warped to the shrine near
Serenne. And.... I moved toward the memory.
Uh.
There was a memory near there, just
to the south and east a bit. A memory by a tree on a grassy hill, with the back side
of the Castle in the distance. I’d seen it before. Even stood in it. Why did I
never mention it before? How disgusted I am with myself as a journaler....
Maybe it was when I was looking for
Mei. That run all the way across the Elma Knolls....
I did not rely too heavily on my
map, but decided to go by sight in the midst of the thunderstorm. Stalgoons came
out to waylay me, but I am a quick-change artist.
The first batch I left behind.
The second batch popped out right
before I could get to the tree. Ugh.
I did not want to wear down my weapons dealing with them, but I didn’t want to
view the memory with them hanging around either. They all three told me their
life stories for like three or four hours....
“Dawn take you all and be stone to you,” I urged them under my
breath.
And at five in the morning.... they
did.
The Memory....
Zelda and I sat near the tree on a
beautiful sunny day, Zelda taking pictographs of all the flowers she could
find. We were just sitting. The flowers were so lovely....
“The flowers of Hyrule aren’t just
beautiful,” she says, “But they are also incredibly useful.” She expounded on
their various properties and their uses as herbs and ingredients.
And then.... she stopped, seeming
to slow down and breathe as her eyes softened.
“This one here...”
And then I saw it.
“This one is called the silent princess. It’s a rare, endangered
species. Despite all our efforts, we’re not yet able to grow them
domestically.”
She stroked it so lovingly. I felt suddenly guilty for picking every single one I could get my mitts on....
“The princess thrives out here, in
the wild.”
Her eyes still looked at it....
though they looked at a thousand things more that I couldn’t see.
Does
she now.
“The best we can hope is that it
continues to grow strongly out here in the wild.”
I looked over her shoulder at the
flower.... before with an excited little yelp the princess lunged forward on
her hands and knees like a child.
“Oh I can’t believe I’ve caught one!
Look at this!” She turned back to me with her hands cupped in front of her.
“Ta-da!” She opened them.
A green frog chirruped and puffed
and wriggled in her palms.
“They say that ingesting this
specimen can actually enhance certain attributes!” Her eyes became more focused
than I’d ever seen them before; he speech quickened; it all seemed to come flooding out of her.
Oh
. . . I breathed out a single, hard little sigh in the shape of a smile.
I could see now.
There
you are, I thought.
The princess.... was a nerd.
“And we wouldn’t be in a controlled
environment out here, but with your excellent physical condition,” she kept
coming closer, “you would make the perfect
candidate to test this theory!”
And
closer!
“Go on!” she urged excitedly,
thrusting the frog into my face as it hopped up from her palms!
“Taste it!”
I backed up.... gasping in....
hesitation for I dare not say disgust here why oh gosh she’s the princess....
Oh my gosh.... the princess.... is
a NERD. X-)
After coming back to myself I took
a portrait. Several portraits. Then culled. Narrowed. Until I was satisfied.
In flicking through my albums, I saw
that the pictograph of Windblight Ganon.... it had four.... protrutions out the
back, like Revali’s four braids.... and I felt.... sick....
Enough.
HATENO.
HOUSE.
BED.
It was 11:something in the morning.
Slept ‘til noon.
