Waking of Friday, January 19, 2018 ~ 9
Dang it, where had my sand seal
gone? Hopefully back home....
No
matter; I could just warp back to town.... And I did, Molduga guts in tow, before
doing myself up like a girl once again and heading for the gate.
Before I got there, however, I
bumped into Bozai.
I guessed this was the first time
he’d seen me as a girl; he positively fell all over himself making an
introduction.
“So yeah, hey, the name’s Bozai.
I’m 35, single, and I LOVE jogging. Especially on sand.”
Oh
yeah those Sand Boots! He said he
might give them to a girl!
At once I started trying to weasel
them out of him, and I heard him mumble something to himself about a golden
chance to woo.... But he seemed quite
attached and he kept playing coy, and in the end he said he’d only give them to
me if I could first do him the favor of finding the legendary Eighth Heroine, somewhere in the Gerudo
Highlands.
And to help me out he lent me a
pair of.... SNOW BOOTS?
Well HANDYSAUCE I guess! ‹8D
I checked my map—I’d heard tell of
the Seven Heroines, and I was pretty
sure I knew what those had to be. I found that circle of Desert Colossi I had seen, and counted—there were seven.
And if those Colossi were big
enough to register on my topo.... my eyes
swept over the Gerudo Highlands....
Ah! There it was. :) Way up round the north side where I hadn’t been
able to reach before.
But with my new Snow Boots, and my Warm Doublet AND the cold-resistant circlet from that nice lady back in town....!
8D
But.... that was an excursion for
another time; I had some business at present.
As the day became stronger I
stepped into the city, and immediately got lost in the sprawling tangle. Where was Malena? I went looking here,
looking there, looking for Malena—no, the area full of guards was the wrong
place—I needed the front of the palace....
And even as I veered to correct my course,
I bumped right into her as she walked up the street!
Malena! ^_^
And I gave her the Molduga guts.
And she was in disbelief, she was so grateful—“OH, SARQSO!” she cried! and
promptly became all sniffly with emotion. “This will save him...”
She wished she could give me more
in thanks, but I graciously accepted her proffered 300 rupees.
“I never asked your name, did I?”
I told her it was Link.
“Sounds like a sturdy voe name to
me,” she said.
Ah,
hehh.... ^_^;
“May I... possibly... name my vehvi
after you? If I ever have one, that is!”
AwwwWWW!
There was a Gerudo word for BABIES!
^___^ <3
“Deepest Sarqso, Link. I’ll never
forget about you.”
Dang that felt good.
As I moved further about the city I
found yet more areas that I had never
encountered. One odd corner of town brought me to an old woman named Muava,
sitting alone on a rug, and further along the wall, on the other side of....
what looked like a pile of rubbish.... a
Goddess Statue.
I spoke to Muava, and she
recognized me for a voe! But she wasn’t going to tell anyone. Actually she liked
the idea of chatting with a voe once again.
She said she was quite a trveler,
and a beauty, when she was younger. She had looked all over for the Lover’s
Pond, but she never found it—I knew where
that was—and before she knew it she was old.
Now.... she was just lonely. Lonely
and alone, and she appreciated the time I spent talking with her.
Hhhhhhh,
makes me want to.... I don’t know. I don’t know any cut-off and detatched
elderly people. Though I suppose if they were cut off, how would they inform
anyone?
What a cruel joke.
....
I wonder if I’ll end up like that,
since I’m not very outgoing.
....
At
the very least we could Christmas carol to a nursing home again.
Oh, the way their eyes light up and their smiles come
to life....
I prayed at the Goddess Statue, and
received another stamina vessel, which made now for two complete wheels.
Back at the clothing shop—Armor
Shop?—I attempted to explore a little deeper beyond the front stall—but the
attendant told me that door was “for employees only”.
Huh.
So I combed the outside of the
building until I found another door. But when I attempted entry here, a voice
from within asked me for a password.
! So this was the password door!
I had a wild guess at it anyway.
Not unexpectedly, I got it wrong.
The voice chided me and told me to go back to the tavern and order.... milk
or something or some such words.
I turned and ran back to the
square, passing Jules in the street—we momentarily reveled in our sharing the
secret. Hee.
But I hurried on to the tavern—I wanted to learn the password!
As it turned out there was indeed a
new option to order milk from the bartender—but when I tried it she told me off
just the same!
I got the feeling both the
bartender and that voice behind the door each thought the other were playing
tricks on her....
The only other things the bartender
talked about were one Pokki and some purported Ice House which aided in their business.
Of neither of which I found any sign as I looked all over.
I spoke to another patron in the
bar, Pritana, but she only said I didn’t look old enough to be in there. “How
old are you really?” she asked.
“I’m over 100!” I answered,
selecting the answer before I realized the dialogue had given me options.
Pritana laughed and told me what a
funny vai I was. “When you’re older,” she said, “let’s have a drink together!”
Fed up and unable to squeeze
anything further from the canteen, I threw the barrel at those lounge ladies once
again before plunging back into the city.
I think inwardly.... I only wanted
to put off my quest for a little longer. I wanted to play, and yet I also
wanted to keep from doing the important things in the game.... because I was
always behind on my log, and I wanted to catch up on my writing first before playing
deeper into the main storyline....
Though I’m sure you can see the lot
of good that has done me in my
writing. Sometimes it doesn’t matter whether it’s important or inane, main
storyline or not. The moment that strikes
you has no preferred time or place or shape or color or taste. It manifests
when it wants to, and you can only try your best to bottle it with your words.
Like
that whole Molduga chapter.... How did two or three sentences of notes
become three or four pages of log?
I guess because the moment was
familiar.
Maybe I am the spider in the web, perservering motionless for endless
hours.
I am Buck in the wilderness.
I’m Pangur Bán hunting mice.
I’m the scholar, hunting words.
Hunting
mice is his delight,
Hunting
words I sit all night.
Better
far than praise of men
‘Tis
to sit with book and pen...
Translated from the Irish by Robin
Flower (1881 – 1946)
A walk around some very high walls with enormous planters
and palm trees in the corners gave me a view of one more sand seal paddock,
containing only one animal.
I floated down—this sand seal was
different, and had a stronger color.
Padda, the single Gerudo standing
by, informed me that this was the chief’s favorite sand seal, Patricia.
I regarded the creature.
She had a tiny red bow at the front
of her scruffy mane, but I think.... it only accentuated what great hulking
squash-faced beasts they are.
Padda further explained that
Patricia was an oracle.
WAT. ._.
“Offer her fruit, and she will give
you words of wisdom,” says Padda.
So I gave her an apple.
She ate it, and then proceeded to
bark and grunt and flap her big flippers with a great deal of show.
Padda translated for me: “‘The
southern desert is...searing hot during the day! Bring gear made for it!’ I’ve spared
you the painful seal pun,” she added.
OH
GOSH. |-D
Thanks,
Padda.
I think.... I’d had enough.
I got out of town, grabbed a seal,
sealed back to the Bazaar, headed to the inn....
And went to bed.
Good
night.
