Zora and Rito watched as their companions huddled under cloaks and blankets. Both were bareheaded. Mipha wore her usual jewelry, as well as the bright blue sash that declared her one of Hyrule's Champions. The Zora, predictably, did not seem even slightly fazed by the downpour that had started that morning and showed no intention of letting up. She stood staring up at the sky, her hands outstretched.
Beside her Revali somehow seemed equally unbothered by the weather. He had, at least, noticed the rain; the Rito had left off several layers of his usual gear, leaving him in little more than a sleeveless red tunic and light brown breeches. The bright blue scarf that was his own symbol as Champion of the Rito was packed away as well. He too watched the skies, though with more focus than the Zora beside him.
"It's not going to let up anytime soon," Revali finally declared. "With these clouds, it's likely to last at least all day. Possibly through the night."
Daruk looked absolutely miserable from under his makeshift shelter of both Revali and Mipha's blankets and other bedding. He was not as wet as he could have been; Rito wear was made to keep out the elements. After several hours of rain the damp was, however, finally starting to seep through.
Revali studied the Goron for a moment, distracted by his pitiable state, and shook his head. Stalking over to his gear, the Rito began rummaging around.
"Cyclos preserve us," he muttered under his breath, though there was little actual heat in the invocation.
Finding whatever he had been looking for, Revali straightened and came to stand beside Daruk. "Hold still," he instructed.
The Goron obeyed as his fellow Champion shook out what appeared to be some sort of canvas. With an expert flick of the wrists it caught air, filled out, and floated slowly down to cover Daruk.
The Goron Champion recognized Revali's hammock as it settled over him. It seemed to be made of some sort of waterproof material. It was also, unless he was mistaken, very old. He studied the Rito standing over him for a long minute before speaking.
"Thank you," he said.
Revali sniffed. "Just be careful," he said dismissively. "It won't keep the water out if you accidentally poke a hole in it."
"I'll be careful," he assured the Rito.
Beside him, Urbosa shifted. "So I understand why Mipha isn't bothered by the rain, but what about you?" she too, stared up at her fellow Champion. "Don't tell me you actually like getting wet."
Revali tilted his head slightly to study her. "My feathers keep my dry," he told her. Eyeing her for another moment, he added. "They interlock to form a protective layer, and it keeps the water out."
Urbosa considered this. "You said before that they trap warm air against your body and act as insulation. Is this similar?"
Revali shook his head. "Downy feathers act like insulators. Other feathers act as waterproofing." He hesitated. "Some do both. The tips of the contour feathers are waterproof, while closer to the body they are softer, and keep the heat in."
"So the rain isn't bothering you?" Urbosa pressed. Again, the Rito shook his head.
"I'd rather not fly in it unless I have to," he admitted, "but it doesn't bother me otherwise."
"Well, at least Mipha seems to be enjoying herself," the Gerudo groused. Hearing her name, the Zora looked in their direction, grinning.
"I must admit I find it quite refreshing," she confessed. "I am sorry that it is not the same experience for everyone else."
"That's all right," Urbosa told her graciously. "We'll get over it."
Disclaimer: The Legend of Zelda Universe, Breath of the Wild in particular, does not belong to me.
