Urbosa peered through the hole, watching as the corpses that had been milling around slowed as they disintegrated piece by piece. Eventually, she motioned for Mipha and Medli to follow after her as the remnants of the deceased slowed to a near stop.
The Gerudo Champion straightened herself, eyeing the sky overhead as the two crawled out after her. The moon had returned to its natural color, but Link, Revali, and Farosh were nowhere to be found.
"Where is Link?" Mipha asked as she looked around. "W-where is he?" she asked again as her voice shook slightly.
Medli remained uncharacteristically silent as her eyes fell.
"We need to move," Urbosa murmured as she set a hand on both girls' shoulders and led them away from the entrance to the cave. When she had gotten them a safe distance away, she called out to Daruk, who busted through the stone-covered entrance a few seconds later.
"Ha! I knew you two coul –"
He stopped as Urbosa shook her head sharply. He frowned, asking a question with his eyes that she didn't have the answer to. She could see that he was beginning to understand the situation as his eyes grew cloudy.
"We shouldn't stay here," Daruk mumbled as he began scratching at his beard. "We should… we should get movin.'"
"We can't just leave them!"
Urbosa set a hand on the Zora Champion's shoulder, trying her best to comfort the distraught Zora.
"We should go to Kara Kara Bazaar," Medli stated thoughtfully.
"The Kara Kara what now?" Daruk asked.
"The Kara Kara Bazaar. Once we hit the actual Desert, it's the only stop on the way to Gerudo Town. Not only that, since men aren't allowed in Gerudo Town, it would be the only place that – "
For once, Urbosa didn't tune the Rito girl out. A few times, Medli began to wander off into the realms of history or trade, but with some careful steering, she would get back to focusing on the relevant details. The Bazaar not only had an Inn, but it also had several shops where they would be able to restock their supplies. There was also an oasis, making it the perfect place for people to wait, particularly a Zora who required an ample water supply. The Rito girl also made a point to describe the high foot traffic, increasing the likelihood that they would either be able to find Link and Revali or find someone who may know something.
" – Mipha and I could wait there while you and Daruk go on ahead."
The Gerudo Champion exchanged a glance with Daruk. She could see that he wanted to stay, but she knew they needed to keep moving. Even if moving forward didn't help them find the other two, it would only be a detriment. The two younger ones especially were in need of something to distract them. They were engaged in a silent debate until they noticed that Mipha was shifting around restlessly while mumbling nervously as she glanced all around. Seeing the Zora Champion in that state hastened their decision.
"Kara Kara Bazaar it is," Daruk stated firmly. Urbosa could see that he still had reservations, but he kept them to himself as he gingerly began herding Mipha and Medli onwards. Following behind, Urbosa, kept her eyes and ears trained for any sign of the two missing Champions. While she admired Medli's optimism, she was as painfully aware as Mipha was that it was unlikely that they had come out of their confrontation with Farosh unscathed. Even so, so long as they were capable of moving, they would have found some way back. They were either so injured that they had been forced to take shelter, they were injured, or…
"Lady Urbosa, may I speak with you for a moment?" Medli's voice was on the verge of a whisper, but it was still enough to pull Urbosa out of her reverie.
"What is it?"
"I was thinking about something I read once," Medli began carefully as she began fidgeting nervously. "For a long time, there was speculation as to where exactly the Yiga have been hiding –"
"You think they were taken by the Yiga?" Urbosa asked sharply.
"Well… maybe," she trailed off uncomfortably. "There have been some theories that they've taken refuge in the Gerudo Highlands."
"I see," the Gerudo replied thoughtfully. She had to admit that it was a feasible explanation for their disappearance. The Clan had appeared before the battle with Naydra and during their fight with Dinraal, so it wasn't entirely out of the question. "So, why have they never been found."
"Well, you did find their first hideout and destroyed it, and nearly wiped them out entirely back before the Great Calamity. After that, they disappeared for a long time. After the Calamity, I think everyone was so caught up in trying to survive that they largely forgot about the Yiga altogether."
"I destroyed their first hideout?"
"Yes. I always thought that was odd whenever I would read about it."
"And why's that," Urbosa asked absently as she began to lose focus on the conversation.
"Well, before that, you didn't seem to think much of them. Then one day, you declared war on them for a reason that none could ever quite explain. Even though you attacked with a significant number of the Gerudo's forces, you did most of the fighting with your blade and lightning. I think that is a part of how your ability earned its name. Urbosa's fury…" she said thoughtfully.
Urbosa hooked her finger on her chin as she considered what Medli had said. Thinking back now, she couldn't fathom allowing the Clan to continue as it had been. Though they had few run-ins with them, it was still risking too much to leave them be.
As the Champions continued, they found the path that cut through the Highlands. It was a narrow path, surrounded on both sides by enormous walls made of limestone. Though she didn't have reason to, Urbosa still eyed the cliffs overhead, looking for any potential threats.
She spared Mipha another glance when she was sure that they weren't currently in danger. The Zora Champion was walking forward mechanically, as though her body was moving of its own accord. Apparently, she was so unaware of her surroundings that Daruk had been forced to set a hand on her back and was gently guiding her along the path.
And Mipha wasn't the only one that was struggling.
Though Medli tried to appear as though she was keeping it together, Urbosa could see the cracks starting to show. The way she kept wiping at her eyes, startling and looking at every noise with a mixture of fear and hope followed by an uncertainty of what to feel when no threats presented themselves.
The Gerudo wished that Midna was with them. With the Wolf's keen senses, she would be able to better take care of her two younger companions.
Eventually, as they continued along in the oppressive silence, they came across a stable.
"We need rest," Daruk muttered as he reangled himself and Mipha towards the building.
As eager as she was to continue on the road, Urbosa had to agree. It would not do them any good to continue on in the state they were in. The Goron Champion herded them into the Stable and quickly requested two rooms.
The Gerudo frowned as she looked into her wallet. While they had been looking far enough ahead to separate their funds, Link held the vast majority of them. His bartering skills, natural fiscal sense, and his habit of performing odd jobs as time allowed had given him the chance to build up a substantial nest egg. He had been able to afford to pay for all of their lodgings without putting much of a dent into his saving. Without him there, they would have to ration their money much more carefully.
After she paid for their room, she guided Mipha and Medli up the stairs and made sure that Mipha was laying down. "Keep an eye on her," Urbosa murmured to the Rito girl, receiving a nod before she left them to rejoin Daruk.
"What're we gonna do?" the Goron asked as she sat next to him and ordered a drink.
"We'll have to go with Medli's plan," she answered as she lifted her mug and drained it. "You and Mipha should stay in the Bazaar while Medli and I go on ahead to the Town."
"You and Medli? Ya sure that's the best idea?"
"My other option is to go on ahead by myself."
"We could all go."
"But then who would be there to wait for Link and Revali?" Urbosa asked.
"I know, but we can leave Mipha and Medli in the Bazaar."
"Right now, Mipha is in no condition to protect anyone," Urbosa replied. "If something were to happen, Medli would not only have to keep herself safe but Mipha as well."
"That's a good point," Daruk sighed.
"There's something else you aren't considering," Urbosa continued as she traced the rim of her mug with a finger.
"And what's that?"
"You still have a promise to keep."
"I know, that's why I want to find the Little Guy as fast as –"
"That's not what I meant," Urbosa interrupted calmly. As much as she admired Daruk's commitment to keeping his promise, he was far too narrow-minded about what it truly meant. "If you truly mean to keep your vow, then there is someone else you have to look after as well."
"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean Mipha," Urbosa answered with a pointed look. "Whether you've seen it or not, she is becoming a part of Link. If you really mean to look after him, then you have to start looking after her as well."
Daruk leaned back and scratched at his beard thoughtfully for a minute. "… That makes sense," he decided.
"Does it?" she asked with interest. She was surprised that there was even a possibility that he was thinking along the same lines that she was.
"Henry, Link's ol' man, was just as worried about Ellen as he was Link. I only saw them together a few times, but I saw the way he looked at Ellen. Sometimes, I see that same look on the Little Guy's face when he doesn't think anyone's watching."
"Has anybody ever told you that you sound like a creep?" she asked playfully.
"Are we ever gonna have a conversation that doesn't involve you makin' fun of me?"
"Probably not."
"Figures," he sighed. "Well," he said as he took to his feet, "I'm gonna turn in. We've got a long day tomorrow."
"Night," Urbosa replied as the Goron Champion ambled away. She continued to sit, nursing her drink as she considered the road ahead. She would finally be returning home, but she couldn't afford to slow down and enjoy her homecoming. She would have to keep pushing on because deep down she could feel their time steadily ticking away.
Midna stirred as the first light of dawn poked its way through her eyelids. Her mouth opened wide and her tongue lolled out as she yawned. The wolf cracked a single eye open and found Runner lying against her. She rolled her eyes as she looked at one of the newest members of the pack.
Between Runner and Cub, she was quickly losing patience.
Cub spoke way too often and for way too long. While it wasn't necessarily a problem, it did grate on the wolf's nerves. It was the endless tireless noise of it that bothered her more than anything. Still, though, she didn't blame the others for keeping Cub around. Even the wolf could see that she was important to Chicken, and he had become much more tolerable since she had come around.
What she really couldn't understand was Runner. Why had the others brought her around? Most two-legs used her kind for riding around on, yet none of them used her for that. All she did was walk around and nibble at the grass.
And that was when she wasn't busy trying to show Midna affection.
When she had first joined, Runner would eye her nervously, looking ready to flee at a moment's notice. That had lasted for all of a few sunrises. She quickly lost any fear she had of the wolf and after that, she had even started showing the wolf the same affection she did everyone else.
It was irritating.
She got to her feet and looked back the way they had come the night before. She whirled around and snapped at Runner as the stupid creature nudged her hindquarters. Runner danced back but made no show of fear.
Midna growled before she turned back and began paddling towards the rocks that touched the sky. She looked back and found Runner picking at the sparse grass that covered the ground. A simple bark was all it took to get her attention. Once Midna had her attention she motioned with her head and together, they set off to rejoin the rest of their pack.
"Sa'oten vehvi!"
Muava felt a smile tugging at her lips as she watched a woman begin reprimanding her child for trying to sneak into the sand seal corral that belonged to the rental service. The proprietors had started the business to help people traverse the desert more easily. All one had to do was use a belt, rope, or some other form of attachment to bind themselves to the creature while standing on a makeshift platform, usually shields.
Unlike most sand seals, the ones belonging to the rental service were quite tame. They didn't spook easily and were often quite social. Of course, if you did manage to spook them, they could be quite dangerous because of how they flailed when trying to flee a potential threat.
Despite their docile nature, it was dangerous for a child to sneak into their pen. She approved.
Her smile didn't waver, even as the mother and daughter passed by, not even sparing a glance for her or the statue she sat next to.
Being ignored was nothing new to her. The youth of the world were so busy living their lives that they often forgot about the older, less able in the community. While many of her peers had turned to opening shops or making a ruckus over nothing to keep themselves in touch with the rest of the world, Muava had never felt the need to do so. Youth was meant for adventures. For making mistakes. For living, not for being tied down to those who had already spent their youth.
She supposed that her view may have something to do with why she was ostracized. They had no time for her, just like they had no time to stop and pray at the statue. Faith and prayer took time, and people were far too busy for that.
There had been a time where she wouldn't have given the Goddess a passing thought either. She was too busy trying to find the love of her life, a companion to walk through life with her. She found some humor in the irony that now the Goddess was her only companion.
Most probably thought she was insane, sitting by a statue in a back-alley all day. And when, on the rare occasion, she was asked why she sat next to the statue, her reply was that someone needed to keep her company. She supposed they thought she meant the statue literally when in reality, she meant the Goddess herself.
She had spent years wallowing in loneliness, looking for a friend to spend the days with. One day, she had passed the weathered statue. Though it was merely a work of stone, the dirt caked, expressionless face looked so sad and forlorn, much as she had felt.
Even years later, Muava wasn't sure what had compelled her to crouch down in front of the statue and wipe away the grime that covered it. After she was done, she took a long look at the statue. Even with all the muck gone, it was still in a sorry state. Taking pity on it again, she used much of what was left of her money to have it restored.
There were very few, if any, that understood her reasoning. If an ordinary person could feel lonely, then how much lonelier would someone like Hylia feel, especially when so few made time for Her. Muava was only one person, but she took pride in the knowledge that she was fine company.
People argued that it was only a statue, and she readily agreed. What they didn't understand was that it was a representation of the Goddess. A reminder that she was present among them. While she didn't think that Hylia was any more present within the statue than she was the rest of the town, Muava still sat by it, trusting the thought to count.
She looked up as the sun began to rise over the horizon. She had always been fascinated by the range of colors that no one could quite capture in a painting. "Beautiful," she hummed approvingly as she watched the ranges of reds, oranges, yellows, and even hints of blue that bled across the sky.
"Indeed."
Muava's eyes flicked to her right, finding that the statue had again been replaced by a short woman in a white gown, covered by a long cloak. In her lap, she held a sword with a deep purple hilt that had a crisscrossing green ribbon wrapped around. Underneath it was a shield with matching emblems. The blade itself rested in a sheath with gold ornamentation. While this wasn't the first time she had seen the woman, it was the first time she had come with an object.
"I knew that you and your kin would find joy in sights such as this."
"It would be hard not to," Muava responded. "So, what's with the weapons? Looking to take up a new hobby?" she asked slyly
"I think that maintaining the various worlds will do for now," Hylia chuckled. "As for this," she continued as she held up the sword and shield, "I need you to deliver these to someone for me."
"The all-powerful Goddess needs a favor of me?" she asked with mock surprise. In truth, this was far from the first time that the Goddess had asked her to deliver something, or pass along a message, or some other task that she never quite knew the meaning of. She was well aware that there were others capable of the task, but she didn't mind. It usually came with the opportunity to speak with those who would typically ignore her.
"What other purpose would you serve?"
"And here I was, hoping for something more in this life."
"You children, always wanting what is not yours and never appreciating what you have," Hylia sighed.
Both She and Muava chuckled as the Gerudo took the blade and glanced over it with an appraising eye. "This is a holy weapon," she muttered as she set it across her legs. While the shield was nothing to scoff at either, it was the sword that truly impressed her.
"It is. Its chosen wielder is unable to defend it right now. While it may kill any who draw it with malicious intent, it will not prevent them from moving it when it is sheathed."
"What's preventing him from retrieving it himself." Her only goal with the question was to satisfy the nugget of curiosity that had placed itself firmly at the forefront of her mind.
"A friend of mine will attack the enemy stronghold. He is… not quite in the right state of mind currently and he has a habit of being unduly reckless. If I had not retrieved this weapon, it would have taken years to recover from the rubble."
"Your friend wouldn't happen to be this 'Pit' I keep hearing about, would he?"
"No," Hylia replied with a small smile.
"That's a shame. I was hoping to finally meet the little choir boy."
"In time." The Goddess took to her feet and dusted herself off. "Well, I should be on my way. I look forward to our next conversation."
Muava nodded her agreement before turning away. For whatever reason, watching Hylia disappear didn't agree with her and it would cause her head to spin and ache for a while afterward. Instead, she leaned back and closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable meeting to come.
Medli looked around with interest, despite how little there was to see. Coming out of the pass had been akin to entering an entirely different world. The earth was covered by an endless expanse of sand that reflected the sun's golden hue. The arid landscape was dotted with a few specks of green and the dark brown tones of the Gerudo who traversed the trail as well.
The Rito girl eyed Mipha as they continued towards the Bazaar. She couldn't tell if the Zora Champion's unsteady steps were a result of the heat, exhaustion, or if she was still reeling from the disappearance of Link and Revali. Medli couldn't blame her for any of it really. She too was exhausted as they had only a few hours rest before Urbosa had roused them, intent on getting their journey started before the desert's heat became too much.
Even though her feathers were white, Medli was still uncomfortably warm. She couldn't even imagine what Mipha was experiencing, let alone Urbosa, who had thrown a dark brown cloak over herself as they left. Despite that, the Gerudo Champion was the only one who wasn't fazed by some aspect of their environment. Mipha and Medli were struggling with the heat, and Daruk was struggling with keeping his footing in the sand.
Though the Goron's grumblings about needing proper roads might have elicited a few giggles from her and Mipha under normal circumstances, neither one of them found much humor right then. Even Urbosa remained uncharacteristically silent as they pressed onwards. It was disheartening to see the normally jovial, and slightly boisterous group, so dispirited.
Her eyes snapped back to Urbosa as the Gerudo handed her a leather-skin satchel that held their water. She took a small drink before attempting to hand it to Mipha. The Zora Champion didn't seem to be aware of anything that was going on around her. Before Medli could get her attention, Urbosa took the skin back and dumped some of its contents on Mipha's head. The Zora jerked violently, looking around for the source of the disturbance.
"Drink," Urbosa commanded as she handed the skin back to Mipha. The Zora Champion stared at it uncomprehendingly for a moment before she drank from it. "All of it," Urbosa stated as Mipha tried to hand it back.
"But –"
"We're about an hour away from the Bazaar," the Gerudo interrupted. "We'll be just fine."
Mipha gazed at the woman uncertainly, but Urbosa's expression left no room for argument. The Zora hesitantly obliged, draining the rest of what little water remained.
The journey was only made more miserable as they continued on. Even though they had left early in the morning to avoid traveling in the worst of the heat, the temperature was still rising fast. It wouldn't be long before it became dangerously hot. She knew that there were elixirs that would help to keep the user cool, but she didn't know how to make them.
She sincerely wished that she had devoted more time to studying elixirs.
As they continued for what felt like an eternity, the Rito girl began to wonder whether or not the oasis she was wandering towards was actually growing closer, or if it was just a figment of her imagination.
When she finally stumbled into the Bazaar and up to the oasis, she fell to her knees and stuck her hands into the cool water. After verifying that it was real, she leaned down and stuck her beak in the pool, not really caring about how undignified the action was. She was so focused on sating her thirst that she didn't even notice that Mipha had collapsed into the water.
Medli wiped away the water that dripped from her beak as she sat back, finally becoming mildly self-conscious. The Rito girl looked around quickly, but no one was paying her any mind except Daruk and Urbosa.
"Ya feelin' better?" the Goron Champion asked as he sat down.
"A little… it's still hot though."
"We managed to avoid the worst of the heat," Urbosa muttered, sounding almost disgruntled. "Medli and I will wait until tonight to continue on."
"Think ya can handle that?" Daruk asked as he looked back at Medli, glancing at her concernedly.
"I think so," she replied thoughtfully. The Desert cooled at night, far below what was safe for most other races, but her feathers would trap in her body heat while also staving off the cold. She thought she would likely make it through in better shape than she had made it through the heat. Then again, she had also assumed that the white of her feathers would allow her to walk through the heat comfortably, and she had been wrong on that account.
"Good. We should get rest while we can," Urbosa stated, turning towards a large stone building that Medli could only assume was the inn.
"I'll stay here with Mipha," Daruk replied as the Gerudo and Rito began to make their way around the body of water.
It was cooler once they made it into the building, but Medli was too tired to appreciate it. She watched dully as Urbosa paid for two beds. When she finally reached her bed, she collapsed onto it and immediately fell into a dreamless sleep.
She groaned as she was being shaken awake after what felt like a few short minutes later. She sat up and looked around blearily as the Gerudo Champion drew the hood of her cloak over her head. Medli got to her feet unwillingly, wishing that she could lay back down.
The Rito girl noticed that the sun was still up when they made it outside, something that made her sigh again. She had known there would be some difficulty when it came to adapting to the harsher conditions of traveling as she had led a fairly easy life. The vast majority of her hardships had been emotional as opposed to physical, so she was ill-prepared to handle the strains of constant walking, changes in sleeping schedules, and the fighting. She hadn't been prepared for things to be so hard, but Medli was far from ready to call it quits. She had been waiting for years for an opportunity to travel outside the Village and this was her best chance.
Reminding herself that this was a chance to see more of the world, Medli quashed her complaints as Urbosa led her out of the Village and deeper into the Desert.
Revali's eyes opened slowly to reveal a jagged stone ceiling above him. He frowned, trying to remember if he and the others had really spent the night in a cave. His head was screaming that something was wrong, but he couldn't decipher anything through all the noise in his head. It took him far too long to notice the first of the problems that concerned him.
Every morning, when he woke up, there were two distinct sounds he would hear. The first was the quiet rustling of Link cleaning up their campsite, and the sleep-addled mumblings of Medli. Right then, he heard neither.
He sat up but instantly regretted the action as a splitting headache assaulted him, knocking him back down for a moment. Through the din of the pounding that continually coursed through his head, he could feel an uncomfortable warmth in his right eye. He touched the spot gingerly with a wing and grimaced as he felt the swelling under his fingertips.
As he lay there, sights and sounds began playing in his mind. He remembered fighting Farosh, Link suffering a severe injury, and someone kicking him in the face. At least he had an explanation as to why his head hurt.
When the pain in his head had reduced adequately, he forced himself up, wincing at the various creaks and twinges that traveled along his body. He looked around slowly, worrying that to do so quickly would cause the room to spin.
He found Link quickly. The Hylian was lying on the only cot in the room, and next to him, eyeing the Rito with a critical eye was a Gerudo.
He glared at her as he began edging towards the Hylian Champion as he kept his gaze trained on the woman. He could feel his ire rising as she grinned at him. "I don't bite," she promised coyly. "In fact, I patched your friend up for you."
Setting aside his misgivings, Revali crossed the remaining distance to check on his companion. He set a feathered hand on the Hylian's forehead, noting how flushed Link's face was even before he registered the warmth. He wasn't an expert, but he figured that even a low fever like the one Link had could be dangerous after a prolonged period of time. Next, he checked the bandages. They were nothing special, just a few dirty rags that were bound around his blackened arm tightly. "What? Don't trust me to bind a wound properly?"
"No," Revali replied gruffly as he eyed the other scrapes on the Hylian's body.
"Fair enough," she replied evenly. "The name's Barta, by the way."
"Revali," the Rito replied absently as he set his wings under Link's side and lifted gently. He huffed in frustration as he noticed the satchel that normally hung off Link's belt had disappeared.
"Revali? I think I've heard that name somewhere before… Well no matter," she sighed as she stood and crouched by the cot. A small scraping grated on his nerves.
"Can you stop that!" he snapped.
"Quiet!" she hissed back, dropping her almost flirtatious pretense as she leaped back from where she had been. She held up a hand as she tilted her head as though listening.
"Will you just tel –"
Barta cut him off with a sharp wave of her hand. After a few more seconds of silence, she moved back to the cot and knelt back down. "They have guards posted at irregular intervals," she muttered with disgust as the scraping stopped. "I honestly don't understand how we haven't already destroyed the Clan."
Revali sent a glance towards the entrance of the "room" they were in. It wasn't until he noticed the gate blocking off their exit that the situation he was in finally dawned on him.
"The Yiga have us imprisoned!" he spat.
"Wow… did you put that together yourself?" Barta asked drily as she held up Link's satchel.
"How did you-"
"These idiots are amateurs," she grumbled. "They brought you in here without removing your gear first. It was a simple matter to distract them and slip this off your friend."
"If they're such amateurs, what are you still doing in here?" Revali grumbled, still annoyed by her last comment.
"I was planning to make my escape, but they brought you two in before I could make my move. Voe," she sighed, "always needing us Vai to save them."
"Whatever." Revali distracted himself from his irritation by pulling out as many red potions as he could find. He growled out a curse as he only saw three. He uncorked one and poured it down Link's throat, watching as the Hylian's labored breathing eased slightly. He was about to use another when he thought better of it.
"How deep are we in their… fortress?" he asked.
"We're close to the entrance," she answered, "but we need to play our cards carefully."
"Yeah," he replied. If Link were conscious, their situation would be different. As it was, one of them would have to carry the Hylian while the other would have to do their best to fend off any potential threats. Even though he could tell he was capable of fighting, he was nowhere near healthy enough to continue on for prolonged periods of time. Barta also looked to have seen better days.
"What all do you have in that thing?"
Revali turned the pouch over and dumped its contents on the floor. There were several bundles of different arrow types, a variety of foods, potions, and a number of weapons. The Rito Champion began formulating a plan when Barta's voice distracted him.
"Are you two associated with the Sheikah?"
Revali glanced up to find her holding the Sheikah Slate. "Where did you get that?"
"It was in there," she shrugged as she gestured to the satchel.
Revali smirked as he took the Slate and peered into its face. Link must have stuck it into the satchel before they flew up to fight Farosh. It was a smart move seeing as the Slate would have had a very limited use during the fight.
"I'm assuming that thing is important."
"Yep," he answered quickly as he heard movement from somewhere not far away. Motioning to Barta quickly, they shoved everything back into the satchel and tossed it back into hiding.
No one passed by to check on them, but both Gerudo and Rito were relieved to have the items hidden away. When they no longer heard the padding of feet on the stone floor, they relaxed and exchanged a glance.
"So, what's the plan?" Revali asked as Barta sat across from him.
"What makes you think I have a plan?" she asked. Much to his irritation, her flirtatious attitude was starting to crop back up.
"You know this place better than I do," he replied tightly as he wondered if all of the women of the Gerudo were as insufferable as Urbosa.
"Well, now that you mention it…"
A/N: Why does going to a four-year school make me want to cry?
So, I received a review in which I was informed (oddly without any evidence) that informed me that I was rude to ZeLink shippers and that I used shallow reasoning in my responses to guest reviews. Now, I asked various readers if they shared the sentiment and none of them did. Be that as it may, if I have said anything that you interpreted as rude, it was not intended to be so and I apologize for that.
Guest Reviews:
E.A.T: I thought it might be nice to go back and visit some of the characters that people enjoyed.
Guest: Don't worry, Sidon is one of my favorites too. Yeah, I would think Blood Moons have a mechanical purpose, but I figured that narratively, they wouldn't make too much sense.
Nightbreed1: Don't worry, I totally understand the school problem. Link and Mipha understand that their feelings are mutual, but I suppose they're still not "together," I suppose. I'm not good with relationship lingo. 1.) It was okay, I guess. 2.) WE DIDN'T NEED ANOTHER ANIMAL CROSSING CHARACTER. 3.) After Fire Emblem is Metroid and after Metroid comes something else. If you want a little more Lipha, you can try reading "A Different Kind of Normal" if you haven't already as that is likely the only Lipha centric thing I will write. I just don't think I have the capacity to write a story whose main emphasis is romance.