Vaati couldn't believe he was standing in line for security.
He had attempted flying by plane, once, instead of flying himself, but the ride was so horrifyingly turbulent that he
was forced to use magic to even out the wind if he was going to keep his lunch down. However, that had been 70-
some years ago, so hopefully the steadiness had improved.
Besides, he didn't have much other choice. Ghirahim was adamant about not using magic, as not to attract attention,
and Vaati wasn't well-enough practiced anyway.
Ghirahim, who apparently was well-practiced in magic, posed as a businessman from the UAE. He had made up Vaati
to appear normal. Brown contacts and a good blond wig over his tied-up hair was all he really needed to go through.
As for his clawed fingers, all he could hope for was to not be questioned about them.
"Have you ever flown before?" asked Vaati to Ghirahim.
"Of course," he answered. "I don't just look like a businessman."
The sorcerer nodded, deciding not to embarrass himself further. He emptied his pockets into the plastic bin, though
he didn't have anything with him. His comrade got through the metal detector easily. By the time Vaati had taken off
his shoes, Ghirahim was putting his back on.
He waited for his turn and anxiously walked through the metal-detecting machine. When it went off shrilly, he was
horrified. The bored-looking woman behind a desk to the left acquired a forced smile and waved him over.
"Empty your pockets, sir," she requested.
He showed her he didn't have anything, and couldn't seem to find what it was. Then he rolled up his sleeves and
recalled the bracelet he always wore. It was his only tie to Hylia: an ancient brace made from a silver-like ore. He
had worn it for so long it left a deep imprint on his forearm.
After prying it off, he tried to hide his tenseness. How advanced was their technology? Would they be able to tell it
was a foreign material? If they could, would they be suspicious?
Ghirahim checked his wristwatch and sighed audibly. He strode over to the woman behind the table and smiled at her
friendlily.
"Are you with this man, sir?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. "Could you just let us go? Our plane is going to leave soon."
She shook her head.
"I'm sorry sir, I have to check out this bracelet before you can go. Airport policy."
Ghirahim cleared his throat and reached out. She moved back, but not quickly enough. The room stopped moving,
literally.
The "businessman" took the bracelet easily, gave it to Vaati, and they continued briskly. A moment later, the room
resumed, and the woman looked around, blinking. She obviously had no memory of it.
"You can't do that," hissed Ghirahim.
Vaati met his eyes like a beat dog. He simply hadn't had as much social experience as his partner.
"We must sever all strings to Hylia. Every aspect of that planet will arouse suspicion on this one."
That was what Vaati expected. Still, he gazed at his beloved bracelet ruefully, knowing he would have to dispose of it
on the way. A garbled announcement came over the intercom. Ghirahim swore.
"We may just make it, if we run."
And he did go off running, with Vaati hobbling behind him, who was still attempting to put on his shoes.
A/N- Gosh, Vaati, you have to get with it! Poor guy's too old-fashioned.
I own nothing but a copy of Hamlet I found in the corner of my office. I don't remember buying it.
- Rajeela
