Waking of Saturday, March 18, 2017 ~ 8
I could see the Lynel down through
the pines, still prowling over his meadow.
That
was a beast so fierce....
I’d gotten my twenty shock arrows.
Plus four more I found stuck in the highest tree on the mountain—near which I
saw a sign jutting out of the rock. It read:
JUMP AT YOUR OWN RISK
For there was the precipice.
I still wore my Zora Armor, and was
not catching a chill.
Shatterback point, it seemed, was
still in an accessible altitude.
The sun was brighter up here, and
far, far below in the Reservoir, the
Divine Beast Vah Ruta still spewed and churned its endless surge of water up into
the air.
My gosh the views from up here.... I could see a few unvisited shrines! But
such a strain to look back over the long miles I had traveled since my
awakening. The Dueling Peaks lost in the surging waterspout. These were
landscapes unfamiliar to me. I was far from.... well anywhere really.
I took several moments to catch my
breath.
The
force to be reckoned with here....
But.... eventually I had nowhere
else to go.... but down.
I knew if I jumped over water, I
would arc into a dive.
And this was a good diving spot, Gruve had said. His favorite.
And I could see the Reservoir below
me. Misted over by mere atmosphere, my
gosh....
And screwing up my courage.... I leapt.
Plummeting, plummeting, spearing
down through the air and—a diagonal line of contrast cut across my view almost directly
below me. Dark on one side, light on the other.
It was the shore, no, I was going
to land in the shallows—Gruve was this
part of your diving thrill?
It rushed toward me as I joysticked
upward and could not deviate from my course and—no, it was not the
shore—it was the mountain’s shadow on the water—
Splash!
I had arrived at the—in the Eastern Reservoir.
Thank goodness there was a shore, though, just a short swim
behind me now. I made for it....
Once on solid ground again I hiked
back westward over the paths and craggy rocks toward the Reservoir wall above
Zora’s Domain. There was a long pier there—one of four, I think, about the
Reservoir—hewn of the same light blue stone as all the other Zoran architecture
I had seen. A hop, skip and a jump more to a big bald shelf of stone, and I
came even with it.
Prince Sidon was standing there at
its end, gazing out over the grey water.
I called out to him, but I don’t
think he could hear me. Probably the roar of Vah Ruta’s constant waterspouting.
But it was only a few more moments
of climbing, and jumping over some guardrails, before I made it to the pier
myself.
It was quite nice, broad and
spacious, with a kind of ramada on the wallward side, away from the water, with
a bed underneath it. A soft bed,
sheltered from the rain....
Sidon was keen to my presence by
this point, but I’d decided I needed to rest up for a bit before we did this,
and he respected that.
It was some time after seven in the
evening. I figured a full night’s sleep would do me good—I’d just about had it with that Lynel.
I rested until the morning....
