Chapter 11:
There are a few things you only learn about people when you travel with them.
For instance, it turns out Ruto's got this idea that she can command people to carry her on their shoulders. Good old softie Darunia happily allowed her to perch up there (she probably wasn't heavy to him anyway), but I think if she had ordered anybody else, they would have turned her down quickly and irritably. And Nabooru? Just a bit claustrophobic. She didn't like the dark or the underground tunnels, and looked like she was cold (although the outfit might have contributed to that). I'll bet it's a Gerudo thing. That's okay though, I can't exactly see Impa standing out in the middle of the desert either. Lastly, I've discovered that Christian's hair smells really good.
Perhaps it sounds odd, but it's true.
Impa trudges ahead of the pack, looking as surly as usual. Meanwhile, Saria's fast asleep in one of Darunia's arms. I think we all envy her at the moment. Blaze looks like the living dead, awake only enough to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Navi, like Saria, managed to get some shuteye as well. Somehow she managed to weave herself into my hair in a braid, and has taken up residence in that warm, comfy little nest. As for me, Christian's carrying me piggy-back style after I became so tired that I started walking back towards the house, thinking about curling back up in bed.
And you know, from that position, it's kind of hard not to notice if his hair smells good.
As for Christian, crazy guy, he's one of the only people in the group managing both to stay awake and not have a negative attitude. He just keeps walking along without complaining.
"Comfortable, cross-dresser?" he asks just as I'm closing my eyes and falling asleep on his shoulder.
"Shut up..." I murmur tiredly, too exhausted to move. Usually it doesn't take nearly this long to get to the main entrance, but Impa insisted on checking the other tunnels to make sure nothing got in (like anything really could. Honestly.). It feels like we've been wandering for hours.
"It's better when you can't retaliate," he muses to himself. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Please shut up." I'm so tired.
He only grins, completely ignoring me. "So what exactly is so bad about this Shadow Temple? Blaze looked pretty freaked out when Impa mentioned it."
"Creepy," I reply in a yawn. "Not fun."
"Is this place where we're going creepy too?"
"No," I mutter, closing my eyes. "Haven't been much. But it's better."
I'm just beginning to drift off when his voice rings in my ears yet again.
"I wonder what we're going to do there," he voices his thoughts aloud. I grumble. "I-"
But he can't continue because my hand is covering his mouth, trying to shut him up so I can actually get some peace and quiet. He laughs softly - you can't hear it, but I can feel his breath on my hand - and I finally close my eyes and relax. I don't even realize when my arm slips off his mouth. I've lost all track of time.
In what feels like 5 minutes later, Christian whispers in my ear.
"We're here."
I must have fallen asleep, because last time I had checked, we'd still had at least 4 tunnels to check. I'm slightly grateful that he didn't take the opportunity to scream in my ear or try some other sort of cruel act of revenge, but I'm mostly just happy to be here. It's so ridiculous having to pass through all the stupid tunnels. If we had just gone straight through, it would have taken only about 10 minutes. Meticulous Impa.
We're not moving. I blearily open my eyes to see Impa standing in front of his in an authoritative manner.
"There are extra cots on through the left tunnel," she says in a tone that's both informing you and telling you to go at the same time. "The room on the left is for guys, right for girls. I will be going to meet up with the main council to explain our situation."
"Iwantmybed," Blaze slurs tiredly, and blindly begins walking off towards his own room. Sheikah aren't assigned quarters, but usually they end up with a sort of claim to a certain room just from habit.
The Sages head off as directed, looking quite exhausted, but Christian keeps following Blaze. "Where you going...?" I mumble, rather confused.
"She said we'd be heading off to our own rooms, and I'd just room with Blaze," he explains. "You were out of it."
That makes sense.
Sleep...sleep would be nice...
We end up at the door of my room (I must have been out of it when someone told Christian where it was as well) as Blaze trudges into his room across the hall. Christian tries to put me down, but I refuse.
"No..." I moan in protest.
"Your room is right there, you've got to get some sleep," he argues gently. Again, he tries to put me down, but I won't move. I just want to sleep...
"Fine," he says, rolling his eyes. But he's smiling at the same time. I close my eyes again as he opens the door and walks over towards my cot, sitting down on the edge and letting me plop onto it.
"That's right," he says. "Just go to sleep. No thank you or anything."
"Mmmhmm," I mumble and roll over. Oh sleep...
"Good enough I guess," he shrugs.
I'm out before I even hear him leave.
I'm sitting back at home, in my room, looking all over for my Sheikah uniform. Impa will kill me if I'm not down in 10 seconds...I find it under my pillow. Farore know how it got there. But I throw it on instantly, and turn towards my door, about to fly down the steps at break-neck speed.
A chain around my neck catches me, latched on to my bed. I struggle, but there's no use. I'm chained to a leash that won't let me leave my own bedroom.
Something catches my eye. I stop.
I'm looking in my mirror at a shawled Sheikah who's lounging up against my walls, watching me with impenetrable red eyes. I turn immediately towards my wall to see who it is, but there's nobody there. Huh. I must just be seeing things.
But when I look back at my mirror, he's there again. "Who are you?" I ask into the mirror with narrowed eyes. He doesn't flinch.
"Whoever I wish to be," he says nonchalantly.
Just as mysterious as a Sheikah should be. Fine. I can play this game.
"Why are you here?"
I can see his eyes glittering in a very cat-like way, and I know there's a smirk behind the shawl to go with it. "Why shouldn't I be?" he retorts.
"Excellent. Of all the Sheikah I could have gotten, I got the smart-ass," I reply caustically. He's grinning wider now, I'm sure of it. "So you're just Smart-ass Sheikah, huh?"
He shrugs, his arms folded across his chest. "Could be."
"I'll take that as a yes," I continue, as his face takes on the Sheikah blankness again. "I'll repeat. What are you doing here?"
"Same as you," he says cooly. I roll my eyes.
"See, here's the thing," I argue. "I live here. I'm just going about my average life. I don't think this really applies to you."
"And yet, at the same time, it does," he says calmly, all cool and collected. Damn him. "A mask is an escape to a different life. A mask is all I am."
"Come on," I scowl. "Don't be like Impa. Save the riddles and all that." It's his turns to roll his eyes.
"Look," he says (the first thing he's ever said plain out, I'm so proud), "I'm just as much a part of you as you are of me. Without you, there is no me. Without me, there is no you. I am your mask, I am your freedom."
"I don't know you," I say, a little bit freaked out.
He laughs softly, walking closer and closer to my mirror, until it looks like he's right in front of another mirror on the other side. It looks like my reflection staring back at me, only it's him. "You know me just as much as you know yourself."
The chain around my neck breaks and falls to the floor.
The first thing I see when I wake up is a glowing blue light.
Oh. Navi.
That might make sense.
I woke up earlier than her. That's a first. I sit up, yawn, and stretch, before I realize I'm still in Sheikah uniform. What happened to my nightclothes...?
Oh. Last night.
Wow I'm really out of it.
I walk over to my washstand and wash my face, hoping the cold water will wake me up. So it's not working all that well, but oh well. I don't even look in the mirror, I'm sure I probably look like a right mess right now. Looking at the little sleeping blue thing curled up on my bed, I cup some water in my hands and walk back over towards my bed, letting a couple drops fall on Navi's face.
She frowns at first, and her wing flicks in a sort of annoyed way, but around the third droplet, she sits up, wipes off her face, and rubs her eyes.
"Up sleepyhead," I grin, relishing in the fact that this is one of the few times I haven't been woken in up in some cruel way.
"Time is it?" she asks in a groggy fashion. I honestly can't answer that. All the rooms of the Sheikah Caverns are, naturally, underground. Hard to judge with nothing but candlelight.
"Dunno," I reply, opening the door to let her fly out. Instead, she curls up on top of my head. Lazy thing. "Time for you to get up and find out yourself."
As we walk out the door, I feel a tug on my hair as a sign of her lack of appreciation for my comment. Looks like she's awake now.
I walk out into the tunnels and knock on Blaze's door. Nobody answers. Hmmm...that's funny...I don't see much of anyone actually...
I wander throughout the tunnels, but there's nobody around at all. It's strange. I wonder if there was some sort of attack when I was asleep. They wouldn't miss Blaze's room, that's for sure. His snoring would give him away instantaneously. Then again, why would anyone break into his room and attack him and Christian, and walk on past my room?
"Your stench must have scared them away," Navi says, buzzing about looking for people.
"Has anybody ever told you that you've got a marvelous sense of humor?" I say with mock-sincerity. "Seriously. Absolutely hysterical."
Alas! I've found footprints!
I know it's not much, but it's the only thing I've got going for me right now. "They go that way," I say, following the trail all the way up to a tunnel. I stop there.
It's dank and dark and creepy.
I'll bet you half a million rupees it leads to the Shadow Temple.
Well, the trail keeps going...
"I don't like this," Navi whispers. "It gives me the creeps. Should we really go in there?"
I shrug, pointing to the footprints. "It looks like at least somebody did. I don't know, but what else is there to go off of?"
And Impa did say something about the temple on the way up. I don't remember, I was too tired, but I'll bet something's going on with it.
As we go on, we hear the faint tinkling of bells. Strange. I wouldn't think of hearing those in hear...they're the kind of bells you'd expect to hear on a ship, yet so much different..."Do you hear that?" I ask Navi. She nods.
I'm about to take another step forward, when Impa pops out completely out of nowhere.
"What on Earth -" she snaps, eyes blazing ferociously as though I've done something totally out of line. But as she looks at me, I can swear that one of her eyebrows raises curiously. Half a second later though, any trace of it disappears. "What are you doing here?" she finishes in a reprimanding tone.
"I was looking for people," I say, staring at her. "Everyone's gone, and there were footsteps leading out here." For a moment, I look down the corridor, towards the tinkling bells, and then I narrow my eyes at her. "What are you doing here?" I ask suspiciously.
"Nothing that should concern you," Impa replies coldly. She's working up her glare, and that stony resolute tone is coming back to her voice.
Too bad I know what she's capable of hiding now.
"The others are up at the main entrance to the temple in the Graveyard," Impa says tonelessly. "There was a meeting scheduled ten minutes ago. You must have slept in."
Gee, did I? Well maybe I wouldn't have if I knew what time it was. I've got to get a clock or something in my room. Damn underground.
I pull on my own blank face, expressionless and calm. "I must have." For a moment we just stand there, competing in our own unofficial staring contest. I know she's infuriated with me, even if she doesn't show it.
"Let's not miss any more of it," she says cooly, then grabs me firmly by the wrist and does a duo poof.
We appear at the entrance of the temple, in a ring of Sheikah around a smattering of torches. Apparently with bad timing as well.
"The Gerudo attack is not something that can easily be pushed asunder"
"The Gerudo are split by corruption! We cannot forsake the good for the rebellious"
"With the number of thieving raids that have been occurring, it would be hard to recognize any on our side."
The arguing is taking place between a very furious and impassioned-looking Nabooru and an older male Sheikah (but with the Sheikah, you never know how old they could really be). They stop as Impa and I appear out of nowhere, and both of them turn to look at us.
"Greetings, Impa," the man says, giving a courteous little nod of the head. "We've been expecting you. And what have we here?" Of course, the entire congregation of Sheikah turns to look, as his black hawk-eyes look me over. "It's been quite a long time. Nevertheless, it is a blessing to have you with us once more," he says with something that looks half like a smile, and possibly half like something not so nice. He can't be talking to me, but his eyes are still locked on me, and I receive the same head nod as Impa. "Welcome back, Sheik."
Excuse me?
"Wha-" I'm about to say in confusion, but Impa cuts me off.
"I checked the Shadow Temple after the attack as planned," she says. "Luckily, it's clear of the worst of the creatures, but I have seen moblin activity within, and I suspect that there is some trickery taking place there."
Something's up that Impa hasn't told me about still, or else the strange Sheikan man wouldn't have called me Sheik. I suppose something must be different, but I can't really call Impa on it right now. So I blend into the Sheikan circle, slowly weaving between people until I find Blaze and Christian.
"The moblins must have come after the raid in Kakariko last night," the man continues.
"What's going on?" I whisper to Blaze. He gives me a bewildered look for a moment, but answers me anyway.
"They haven't said much yet," he says. "But he and Nabooru were having a major battle over the Gerudo involved in the raid. Apparently they've been raiding most of anyone who passes through the field, and he thinks they've all gone corrupt."
"Those girls named Jezabel and Minwe were there for sure, Nabooru said so herself," I frown. "But she said she thought it had something to do within their order or something."
Christian gives me a strange look. "I'm sorry, but I wonder, how do you know that? I don't think we've ever met in the past..."
It's my turn to give him a funny look. "Of course I know you, you're Christian, the prin-"
"Shhhh!" he hisses quickly. "People aren't supposed to know that, how do you know that?!"
"I'm sorry, but I don't think any of us have been properly introduced," Blaze says politely. His expression is composed, and I can tell he's trying both to use his good manners and cover his bewilderment using his years of training. "I suppose we've been informed by Rydin that your name is Sheik. My name is Blaze, and this is my companion, whose name it appears you already know."
I can't believe it.
They don't know it's me...
"Rydin?" I frown. I look over at the gray-haired man who was fighting with Nabooru earlier as he continues to talk over things about the Shadow Temple with Impa. Something about him puts me on edge, but I can't place it. It's just a strange feeling, like deja vu and something bad. Maybe my mind's just gone crazy today.
"If you'll excuse me for saying this," Blaze continues with a skeptical but amused look (the Sheikan stare forgotten), "You seem to be a little out of it this morning. Apparently this Rydin guy used to be a lesser member of the council. He's been in the ruling for a couple of years now, but it would seem within the last few months he's been bumped up to one of the head seats."
"Close to Impa's level of authority," Christian clarifies. "And seems to demonstrate it quite a bit."
"Also," Blaze frowns quickly. "One of our friends is supposed to be here as well, but it would seem she hasn't arrived yet. Seeing as you got here a little late, you wouldn't have happened to see a girl about my age? Blo - I mean brunette, green-ish eyes. She's Sheikah, but tailed by a glowing blue dot. Her name's Aeria, if that helps any."
So I was right. I must be completely unrecognizable. I don't know how, but apparently I can be confused with some Sheik person. When he mentions Navi, I suddenly notice that she's not there. We must have poofed without her...
Impa knows something about this, mark my words.
I wonder if I could use this to my advantage...
That thought is put aside when Rydin begins to speak, louder and more dramatically.
"After the raid in Kakariko, the most pressing matter is that of Gerudo diplomacy," he announces to the crowd of Sheikah. Nabooru narrows her eyes. "There are witnesses to sightings of various Gerudo within the town, and, according to Impa's observations, there has been at least one sighting within the Shadow Temple itself."
"What Gerudo in their right mind would go in there..." Blaze mutters under his breath.
"It may please you to know that whatever Gerudo tampering within the Temple can most likely be easily figured out," Rydin continues. "As it were, the Gerudo in question was captured this morning, and is indeed right here."
Nabooru's eyes widen in surprise. There is a slight gasp among some of the Sheikah, and all heads turn as two very large Sheikah men grasping the arms of a chained and struggling Gerudo towards the middle.
She's dressed in red garb, and is hissing and spitting and putting up as much of a fight as she can, that's for sure. As she turns, I get the glimpse of a tattoo of a smiling sun on her shoulder.
The one Nabooru called Jezabel.
"Now, miss," Rydin says, wearing the almost irritating blank Sheikan stare, "If you would please tell us all, exactly what you were doing in Kakariko Village last night within the house of the head of our council?"
"Doing as I was told," the Gerudo hisses, once more fighting her captors. She just hasn't got the strength to match the two musclemen holding her back though.
"And under whose orders were you there?"
"Those whose command would greatly outstrip yours," she sneers with narrowed eyes.
"Would they outstrip mine?" comes Nabooru's voice, as she steps forward. Jezabel stares for a moment.
I wonder if it's out of shame or dislike that she looks away.
"Why were you in the temple?" Nabooru asks in a stern tone.
Jezabel isn't struggling anymore. But she still looks angry. "I was forced there. By Sheikan men."
Another audible gasp is heard around the Sheikah. Impa frowns deeply, and Blaze and Christian look puzzled. Rydin's brow furrows, and the ring of blue-garbed Sheikah turn troubled faces towards one another.
She looks like she means it.
"Forced there?" Nabooru repeats.
"I could not disobey," Jezabel replies, and turns to look at her. "It was as though my mind was set against its will."
Blaze looks at Christian. "Powerful Sheikah can manipulate the mind if they choose to," he explains, a dark look crossing his face. "But it would come down to whose word they believe."
"After what has occurred, how can we expect to believe you?" Nabooru asks with narrowed, questioning eyes.
"The Sheikah will not believe the Gerudo," Jezabel replies bitterly, but she looks Nabooru straight in the eye with a fiercely desperate expression. "But I do not betray my sisters."
I can almost see an invisible link of understanding and connection between the two. For a moment it's as though they share the same mind. But as Rydin steps in, it begins to fade.
"The words you have spoken do not only admit to the rebellion of you and your higher-ups in the raid of Kakariko Village, but also go as far as to accuse the Sheikah of contributing to such an offense," he almost roars. "It would appear as though the Gerudo are an unruly race and an enemy of the free people of Hyrule, a problem which can only be remedied by a quick and swift retaliation. Therefore I propose the preparation for attack. Take our captive back to her cell."
The guards drag an infuriated Jezabel away, towards one of the hidden entrances to the tunnels, and once more, the Sheikah begin to talk amongst themselves.
"And we're back to where the argument started," Christian says, and indeed, Nabooru's eyes are flashing murderously. Impa cuts in, luckily, keeping her from releasing her rage upon the whole of the group.
"I believe that an attack this soon would be a rash move at best," she says firmly. "In the best interest of peace and justice, I say that we should review the situation of our captive and determine the truth of what occurred. If there is a traitor among the Sheikah, then it would be best to uncover them for what they are."
One of the elder Sheikah of the council steps forward. "I second this notion." Another follows suit. Slowly, the whole of the Sheikah come to agreement.
"Very well," says Rydin. "We shall continue our examination of the situation at hand."
"I would like to speak to the captive," Nabooru says firmly. "I also would like to ask for her release, and to be granted responsibility for her until after the matter is cleared up."
"Said captive was seen within the village accompanied by a group of moblins," Rydin points out. "And if I am not mistaken, the moblins are allied to the forces of those who support the Dark Lord, are they not?"
"The Gerudo cannot be pinned with the blame for any of what has occurred," Nabooru hisses. "I believe there is corruption within the ranks at the fortress, and there is becoming more and more of a division, but the whole of our race is not a threat nor an enemy."
"If that is the case, perhaps it would not be improper for one to convict of yourself of said corruption," Rydin retorts.
As Nabooru's expression grows even more infuriated, I can see that his remark has hit below the belt.
Waaaay below the belt.
"Until the matter is cleared, the captive will remain kept in her cell," Impa says firmly. "But no battle will be waged until proof is shown to make such an action appropriate."
Nabooru shoots her a vicious glare as well, but bites her tongue.
"Meeting dismissed."
I look in the mirror in my room, but what I see is not what I expect at all.
The Sheikah from my dream stares back at me, with fiery red-orange eyes. A shawl hides most of my nose and mouth from view, and sandy-blonde chopped hair falls in front of my face.
"I am your mask, I am your freedom..."
Impa didn't even say a word when she saw me. She knows something, and she's content on not telling me. I'm really getting sick of it.
I hear footsteps outside my room, and muttering. Nabooru's thrown herself into a fit since that meeting. She's furious with Rydin for his accusations, but I'm sure she's more furious with Impa for not defending her people. I'll bet that hurt.
Guess that makes two of us who are angry at Impa.
Well, might as well go be angry together.
I take a couple quick steps out my door and into the tunnel until I've caught up to her (which is a little difficult, she's set on storming off).
"Nabooru," I say. She turns around, and upon seeing me, frowns.
"Sheik?" she says in wonder.
"Apparently that's what they call me," I say brusquely. "It's me. It's Aeria."
"But how...?"
"That's what I wanted to ask you," I cut her off. "Impa knows something about it that she doesn't seem to want me to know, but when I start changing into apparently different people, I think it's a big deal."
Her face goes sour. I can tell she's wanting to go against Impa's wishes. She really wants to.
"I saw...Sheik, whatever...last night, in a dream. I've never seen him before, I don't know how he's real, but I woke up and Impa was the only one who could recognize me. She didn't say anything though." I look her straight in the eye. "All I know is that this Sheik person apparently exists, and that neither Christian nor Blaze know who I am, and everyone else seems to think that I'm someone else. I just need to know something before I decide I'm crazy."
Nabooru frowns in thought for a moment, but then with narrowed eyes, checks the tunnels. "This way," she says, dragging me into an empty room.
As she shuts the door, she gives me a grin like she knows I'm doing something bad. "You're trying to take advantage of the fact that Impa and I are not on good terms right now," she says smugly. "You could as well be Gerudo."
"Just don't tell her," I say pleadingly.
"Ok," she says. "I don't know why you shouldn't know, and I don't know if not explaining it to you is in your best interest, so I'm going to tell you what I know, all right?"
I nod.
Finally I get something.
"Sheik is a bit of a difficult concept," Nabooru explains right off, frowning slightly. "He's not his own person. He's somebody else, but at the same time, it's just you."
"He's a mask," I quote right off my dream.
"Yes," she continues, "In a sense. But only a mask to certain people."
"So not like a disguise Impa can pull on me."
She shakes her head. "Sheik is actually more an idea than a disguise. The Princess Zelda of Hyrule used Sheik as a disguise to hide from Ganondorf, a guise that supposedly was created by herself and Impa. What I think is that Sheik is more of the physical creation of an idea of the Sheikah, a sort of encompassing unifying factor of the whole race - mysteriousness and all that."
"He told me that I am as much a part of him as he is a part of me," I quote. "So would that mean that Sheik comes from me? That Sheik is me?"
"From what I understand, a Sheikah's life is supposed to be mysterious," Nabooru says. "It would not be out of the question to believe that some Sheikah form a double-entity. That guise would be as much that person as that person is is part of their undisguised self. Both are the same soul."
"But I didn't form a double entity," I argue. "I didn't make myself a disguise. My mask found me, and it turns out my mask was worn by somebody else as well."
"It finding you might not be so surprising," Nabooru continues. "A Sheikah can place different disguises on other people occasionally, but I believe that a Sheikah can only take on the two people, themself and their disguise. How they discover their one disguise is a mystery, but it may just occur in the way yours did."
That might explain why Impa's disguise on me didn't last so long.
"However," she adds, "This only happens to people who actually have Sheikah blood. Which wouldn't surprise me. I wouldn't expect a Kokiri to blend so well into their culture."
Sheikan by blood.
One of my ancestors was a Sheikah.
That lessens the possibilities of my family tree a bit, but I think that can still be a thousand people.
"Why did Princess Zelda have the same mask though?" I ask, but she shakes her head.
"Perhaps it just has to do with triforces," she shrugs. "Or I suppose there might be a slight resemblance to her when you're not disguised too, which might play a part in it."
Christian and Blaze would probably have a field day with that.
"Okay..." I continue. There's one last thing bugging me. "So one more thing...you said Impa worked with Zelda on her disguise supposedly?"
"Naturally," Nabooru nods.
"Why? How were they connected?"
Her brow furrows and she gives me a look of wonder. "Impa was her bodyguard. Did she not tell you?"
In the interest of not beginning with the list of things Impa hasn't told me, I decide to lie. "I must've forgot or something," I shrug.
Well she doesn't look suspicious at all which is good. I don't think Gerudo can hide things like Sheikah can.
There's a momentary pause, and Nabooru looks deep in thought. Probably over the meeting still. I decide it's better to voice my thoughts aloud. Maybe it'll be like repayment for her giving me information about Sheik.
"I think they're both wrong," I say firmly. "Rydin and Impa."
Nabooru narrows her eyes. "Why do you think that?"
"The whole Gerudo race can't be against us," I reply. "Look at you. I think things are looking hostile between the Sheikah and the Gerudo, and the Sheikah won't listen to any accusations by a Gerudo on their own people. But if there's any traitors among the Gerudo, there's a hell of a chance there's some on the Sheikan side too."
A small smile crosses her face. "You know kid," she starts, "I think you've got more than we give you credit for. Hope, guts, sheer luck maybe, but whatever it is, you're definitely something different."
"Navi says that everytime I wear green," I make a face. Nabooru laughs.
To be honest, I don't like Rydin. He's eager to attack the Gerudo, sure, but I'm pretty sure the other Sheikah aren't extremely hesitant about it either. It's more than that though. That feeling I had earlier...something's just not right. I don't think he's got as much of a contempt for the Gerudo as it seems.
I wonder if I should voice my suspicions to Nabooru...
Looking at her troubled face though, I can't. Because then she'll know it's me and freak out when I do what I'm planning next. She may be a Gerudo, but she's still a Sage, and any rule-breaking I do should probably not get to her.
"Thanks for explaining," I say quickly, "but I just remembered something. I've gotta go." Before she can so much as reply, I leave the room and start down one of the tunnels. As I walk, I remember what Blaze said earlier...
"What Gerudo in their right mind would go in there..."
I also remember how Nabooru's been acting since we've gotten to the Sheikan Caverns. All on edge and cold, and completely out of place with her environment. I don't think there's any way Jezabel would go into the temple willingly. I'm going to go to her cell and talk to her, without Nabooru or anyone else's permission.
I should get Blaze and Christian in on this.
Aw crap.
I have to figure out how to de-Sheik-ify myself first.
This will be interesting...
