"…And that was the point where I returned home," Sidon concluded, bring his hand to his wrist, behind his back. Next to him, Link patted the prince's arm in reassurance.
King Dorephan sat in this throne, scratching at his chin with a troubled expression. "A rather astonishing turn of events, to be sure," he muttered. He turned his head to the other side of the room, where King Gerald and his lizalfos entourage stood. The brightly-colored lizalfos stood taller at Dorephan's attention, his silver guards next to him wearing grim scowls. "We've never encountered zora like these before," Dorephan commented, inclining his head to Gerald. "Have any of the Lanaryu lizalfos heard of such a thing?"
"These zora we cannot identify. Their origins elude us," Gerald sighed, his shoulders drooping under his long cloak. It was more of a hylian-styled blanket, really, but the crown that sat on his head held the precious Zora's Sapphire, which spoke far more of his claim to the throne. "History, though we kept it safe in song, helps us not. We know nothing of deep-sea dissidents."
"Then we are at a standstill, it seems," Dorephan rumbled. "The most I've heard of zora in the sea was when the lizalfos and zora were one people." He waved a hand to Sidon. "Perhaps you could propose a parley? There must be some way to get them to discuss things with reason rather than blades."
Sidon nodded. "If we approach them with a black flag, perhaps."
"Will that work?" Link asked, frowning. Black flags weren't a common practice anymore – the Calamity's monsters didn't follow any formal rules of battle, and he didn't know of any wars with other nations.
"In theory," King Dorephan huffed.
"The lizalfos will assist in this plan!" Gerald yapped, raising his fist in the air. "The clearest of instructions will I give, so Tristram will know how to aid you." His eyes flicked to Sidon, and he let out a disappointed gurgle, tapping his claws together. "That I can give no more troops to you, friend, does shatter my heart. In Hebra, we fight, and my troops will battle until we've won."
"That's quite alright, Gerald," Sidon assured him. "I did find General Tristram quite capable in battle, although…" he trailed off, recalling Tristram's wailing over Isolda. "He is very…Uh." He stopped, biting his lips together. The general had certainly left an impression, but how to describe that experience to his king…?
"Ah, your look is one I wear most often, with him." Gerald gurgled, a flat look on his face. "Tell me, does he whine for Isolda, still?"
"…Yes," Sidon admitted, relieved that Gerald seemed to understand anyway. "He's very smitten."
"His whine does pair well with cheese, I am told," Gerald snickered. "Isolda harbors much affection, still, despite his noise." The lizalfos king sighed heavily, shaking his head. "I cannot fathom why."
Sidon blinked in surprise. So, it was mutual, Tristram's love for Isolda. He still wasn't sure how he felt about it. He cleared his throat, changing the subject to get back to business. "What's happened in Hebra?"
"The lousy lot of lizards think that they, though their scales of orange and blue hide them not, are superior to Lanaryu," Gerald explained with an irritated grumble, his curled tail flicking behind him. "A farce, it is — they hide themselves in snow. Their cleverness lies in a lame disguise!"
As Sidon finished translating the words for Link, the hero frowned at the lizalfos. "…Gerald, aren't you orange and—?"
Gerald let out an affronted squawk before he could finish. Link let his question die.
"At any rate, Link and I will rejoin my guards in Akkala," Sidon intervened hastily. "We'll attempt a parley, first."
"Unfortunately, with so little information, it is difficult to determine the proper response to such an attack," Dorephan surmised. He directed a worried look at Sidon. "Do be careful." Then, his gaze fell to Link. "Both of you."
The pair nodded.
"I shall remain here, awaiting news of you, until you two return in victory," Gerald chirped. "My confidence in you is most assured. I know you will resolve this peaceably."
Sidon smiled at the lizalfos. "I thank you for your trust, my friend. We won't let you down."
"Ha! A jest it is, to dare imply you could," Gerald laughed, dismissing the matter with a wave of his hand, Sidon's old bracelet rattling on his wrist. "Now, onto topics more enjoyable – I very much desire to see your home. This visit does provide me a rare chance, to see the Domain and her citizens."
Sidon finished translating for Link, and both prince and hero grinned at the lizalfos. They each bowed to King Dorephan, and then departed the throne room, ready for a feast, some exploring, and some rest, before the work truly began.
Sidon exited the river, Link sliding off his back. The champion looked over his lover's heavy armor with a frown. "You sure that's necessary?"
The prince was dressed in his battle armor, complete with half-cuirass and a helm, and faulds over his hip fins. "The sea zora were only driven back when the shock arrows started flying," Sidon sighed. He ran his fingers over his topaz bracer. "I hope the heavier armor won't be necessary, but we don't know, yet."
Link nodded to him, eyeing the net on his waist. "Haven't seen that in a while," he noted.
"No," Sidon huffed, patting the net. "Yet another piece of equipment that I hope I won't have to use."
"Rist Peninsula's not far," Link commented, leading the way. "Let's go meet up with Bazz."
Sidon followed him, one hand on the hilt of his rapier. He'd brought his bow, too, but the weapon stayed strapped to his back. All of his weapons were a last resort, in case the black cloth in his pack didn't suffice. The sea zora knew how to speak Hylian. They must know what a black flag meant.
At least, he hoped.
"Oh," Link spoke up, turning back to his prince. "I wanted to ask you something."
Sidon regarded the hylian with concern. "Yes? Is something wrong?"
"No, it's not important," Link assured him, waving his hand. "At least, maybe…When I was fighting the bokoblins, yesterday, I…" His manner went sheepish and he frowned at the zora, perplexed. "…Are bokoblins like lizalfos?"
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, dearest," Sidon answered.
"Are they—Do they have a language, and stuff?" Link asked.
The question gave Sidon pause. He'd never heard of the creatures speaking in anything more than squeals, and he wasn't sure he'd call it a language. "I'm not certain," he admitted. "Bokoblins and moblins have been allied to Ganon for…Well, longer than the zora and hylians have been allies." He frowned back at Link. "If they are more than monsters, like the lizalfos, I'm not aware of it."
Link hummed, looking back toward the path to Malin Bay. "Maybe I'll ask Gerald."
"Does it trouble you that much?" Sidon questioned. "Haven't you been fighting them along with the guards?
"I thought lizalfos were just monsters, last year," Link recalled. "Fighting bokoblins alone got me rethinking everything."
Sidon reached forward, affectionately running his claws through Link's hair. "Well, we can both ask Gerald, later."
Link hummed again, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling. "Okay," he said, smiling gently. He looked down the path, into the distance.
It was a clear day, and he could see as far as the stable from where they were. He could even see the peninsula.
The peninsula, which sparked with the light of shock arrows.
"Sidon—" Link pointed at the lights. "Are they—?"
"Oh no," Sidon breathed. "The sea zora must have returned." He jogged forward, tugging Link's hand. "Come on, Link!"
When they reached the peninsula, it was already a battlefield. The sea zora kept to the water, where they could dart and dodge more easily, evading the shock arrows shot by the lizalfos. They threw spears, only risking coming on land when they knew they could drag a lizalfos down with them. Tristram led his soldiers with an angry snarl, stomping on the shore, great thunderblade dark, the spell already spent.
Sidon and Link ran down to join them, each drawing their weapons.
"Go find Bazz!" Sidon told Link. "I'm going after the sea zora!" With that, he jumped in the water, speeding for the edge of the peninsula.
The champion nodded to him, running over the sand. He leapt in the water when he had to, cursing how much slower he was at swimming.
"Link?!"
The hero clambered back onto a ring of land, spotting Gaddison staring at him in surprise. He waved.
"Thank Hylia," she breathed. "Is Prince Sidon with you?"
"Went to the edge," Link pointed. "Where are the others?"
"Also at the edge. Here," she knelt. "Get on my back – I'll get you closer."
Link held onto the guard's shoulders as she dived, swimming along the bay. They didn't go as close as Sidon – Gaddison stopped at the outermost ring of the peninsula, letting Link dismount onto the sand to run over to General Tristram.
The lizalfos general yapped as Link approached, eyeing the hylian warily and readying his sword.
"I'm a friend!" Link shouted, showing off he hilt of the Master Sword.
Tristram hissed, and then yapped again in surprise as one of the sea zora leapt out of the water.
The sea zora screeched, a short sword in hand as she charged at Tristram, fin membranes lighting up blue. Tristram screeched back, swinging his great thunderblade in an arc. The two clashed, and the heavy, two-handed weapon Tristram carried was too slow to keep up with the sea zora. She bypassed his guard, kicking the lizalfos backward a few steps before knocking his weapon from his grasp.
As Tristram stumbled backward, Link ran forward to take his place. The sea zora noticed him at the last second, leaping back and evading the slash of the Master Sword. Link growled in frustration – he'd meant to disarm her, but he'd missed, wildly. As the sea zora steadied herself, Link finally got a good look at her. Her mouth was wide, with spiny teeth that he in no way wanted to get ahold of him. Her pale, pupiless eyes stared back at him, and she hissed in a rage.
'I actually agree with Isolda,' the hylian thought. 'What the hell is that?'
Meanwhile, in the water, Sidon swam to the front lines, where he found Bazz surrounded. He charged forward, slamming into one of the sea zora and shoving them out of the way.
Bazz turned at the sea zora's yelp of pain, eyes widening at the sight of Sidon. "Your highness!"
"Back to shore!" Sidon ordered, evading the spear of another sea zora. He looked further down in the water, spotting Ailbhe and Junayd, their scales bright as daylight in comparison to their foes. "Retreat!" He shouted.
Ailbhe and Junayd each blocked their opponents before swimming toward Sidon's voice. His guards followed him, leaping out of the water and joining the lizalfos on the sand.
Sidon clambered onto the shore, looking back at the water with a growl. So much for approaching with a black flag. He wasn't even sure which of the sea zora to wave it at – he couldn't seem to find their leader.
An ear-piercing screech had Sidon turning around, finding the shrieking girl he'd met before, clashing with Link.
Sidon cursed. Maybe he could talk to her, if Link didn't kill her first. He started running toward them, only to get cut off by another sea zora. The prince growled at his new opponent.
A glance at the water revealed the sea zora were braving the shore anyway, despite the danger of the shock arrows. A few were holding up some sort of armor, tattered and bound to their arms, and made of a strange-looking material. It seemed to dampen the effects of the shock arrows shot into it, the sea zora using it only flinching before continuing their charge.
"You'd best pay attention!" the sea zora in front of Sidon shouted, swinging his short sword at the prince. His long head tail sparked with light, the bulb that trailed off of it flashing with the action.
Sidon parried him with his rapier, dodging him and heading toward his champion.
"Wh-Hey!" The sea zora yelled, giving chase. "Get back here!"
Sidon ignored him, running for Link and shouting. "Link stop! She's the one I spoke with!"
At that, both Link and the shrieker stopped in surprise, turning to Sidon. Link stepped forward, eyes wide.
"Sidon, behind you!"
Sidon spun, just in time to block another attack from his pursuer. The prince snarled, ripping his net off his belt and flinging it over his foe.
The sea zora yelped as the net tripped him up, and the shrieker screamed in turn, forgetting Link and running to her companion.
Sidon dragged the captured sea zora closer, until he could aim his sword at his foe's neck and keep him still. "Don't move," he hissed.
His capture struggled against the net, but on seeing how close the rapier was to his scales, froze in the sand. He looked up at Sidon with wide, pale yellow eyes.
Sidon looked up, seeing not just the shrieker but multiple sea zora running at him now. "Drop your weapons!" he yelled, rapier pointed at his capture's neck. "In the name of King Dorephan of the Zora, I order you to drop your weapons!"
The shrieker stopped, mouth gaping as she looked at Sidon. With a jolt, she screamed again to her allies, but this time the sound was more like a shout. The other sea zora halted at the noise, backing away from their opponents with defensive stances. They looked to the shrieker, angry and confused.
The battlefield went silent.
The shrieker held up her sword, the blade pointing down, the palm of her other hand up. Slowly, she sheathed her sword.
Sidon's shoulders eased, marginally, his own sword still at his captive's neck. "Who are you?" he demanded, glaring hard at the girl.
The shrieker held both hands up, moving them slowly in signs.
Sidon's eyes narrowed. He knew sign. Used it with Link all the time. He didn't understand the gestures that this sea zora made, though. He looked to Link, who watched her with the same confused expression. "Link?"
"I don't know," the hero muttered, at a loss. "I don't recognize it."
"I can translate!" the zora in Sidon's net pipped up. "She's my sister; I can translate—She said her name's Raghnaid."
"Raghnaid," Sidon repeated, eyes flicking from the shrieker to her brother, who was struggling to sit up. "And you are?"
"Turlach," he provided, sitting up with a grunt. "I'm Turlach."
"Turlach, I'm going to release you," Sidon stated. He glowered at the rest of the sea zora. "I would like to discuss matters civilly. Everyone, sheathe your weapons. Now."
The prince's own guards complied quickly, followed shortly by Link. The group of sea zora looked uneasily to Raghnaid, and she signed at them, grimacing. They also complied with the demand, though they eyed the other zora and lizalfos with tense, wary stares.
The lizalfos took a bit more convincing, only relaxing when General Tristram swung his own great thunderblade at them. They yipped sheepishly, a few dropping their weapons in the sand.
"Good," Sidon breathed, moving to help Turlach out of the net.
Turlach all but leapt off the sand, running to his sister. She patted his arm once, looking him over for injuries before looking back at Sidon. She signed again.
"She's asking who you are," Turlach translated. "And why you said there's a king of the zora."
Sidon and Link exchanged a look of surprise. The prince gestured behind him, to the mountains that hid his home. "My name is Sidon, and we hail from Zora's Domain. It is ruled by my father, King Dorephan."
Raghnaid gasped.
"There's a Domain?" Turlach asked, slack-jawed. "You're the prince?!"
"I am," Sidon confirmed. "Though, I've never seen, nor heard of zora such as yourselves." His eyes narrowed. "Where are you from, that you don't know of the Domain or my father? What are you doing here?"
"We're scouts, from Zola Province," Turlach blurted, earning an elbow in the side from his sister. "Ow! We might as well tell them, Ragh!" he complained, rubbing his gills with a pout.
"Zola Province?" Link repeated with a frown. "Where's that?"
Raghnaid rolled her eyes, and then nodded her head to the ocean as though the answer were obvious. She pointed at Link before signing again.
"She wants to know who you are," Turlach spoke up. "You're not a zora."
"I'm Link," the hylian provided.
"He's my beloved, and the Hero of Hyrule," Sidon supplemented.
This time, all the sea zora's jaws dropped. Raghnaid let out a squeak of surprise, and then squinted at the hylian.
"I thought the Hero of Hyrule wore green…?" Turlach muttered, looking over Link's bright blue tunic.
"We're getting off-track," Sidon sighed. "What are you doing in Hyrule?"
"This is really Hyrule?" Turlach asked, blinking. Another elbow in the side had him scrambling to pay attention to Raghnaid again. "I—we're here to gather resources. For healing. There's better fish around here, for that."
"Under whose orders?" Sidon continued. "Who gave you leave to attack our coast if you're only here for fish?"
"U-Uh," Turlach stuttered, looking to his sister again. She signed with a glare, the motions clipped. "We…We're…well—" The siblings glanced uneasily at the lizalfos, and Raghnaid shrugged at Sidon before signing again. Turlach sighed. "We didn't know we were in Hyrule – we thought they," he nodded to the lizalfos, "were just monsters. Tokay. We thought they were trying to steal from us. They've only been shouting at us to leave."
General Tristram growled, and Sidon ignored him. "You still haven't said who ordered you here. Who leads you, if not a zora king?"
"The steward," Turlach provided with a frown. "He's in charge, although it was M—It was the steward's right-hand that told us to find out where the healing fish were from."
"I will speak with them both," Sidon asserted. "We clearly have much to sort out."
The siblings looked uncomfortable. Raghnaid sighed quietly, rubbing the back of her neck before signing again.
"That'll be tough, they never leave the Province," Turlach paraphrased. He frowned at Raghnaid's next set of signs, and she leaned her head forward at him, expectantly. He turned to Sidon, his tone apologetic. "We'd have to take you there if you wanna talk to them."
Sidon grimaced, and his gaze moved to Link.
The hylian's hands were balled into fists, and he glared at the ocean. He came to help, and already he'd have to sit here and wait while Sidon went to some crazy ocean Province, without him. He returned Sidon's gaze, frustration clear on his face.
Sidon grimaced. So much for getting Link further outside the Domain for adventure. He gestured to Bazz and the rest of his guards. "I'll be taking my unit with me." He inclined his head to the sea zora. "I would prefer if only you two led us there."
Turlach looked to Raghnaid in question, concerned.
The shorter sea zora sighed again, louder, and then nodded her confirmation. She turned, signing and squeaking orders to the other sea zora.
"She's telling them to stay put," Turlach provided. "Ragh and I will take you, but it's a pretty long swim."
"How long?" Link asked, glaring. "When will he be back?"
"Uh…Maybe tomorrow?" Turlach responded, shrinking under Link's gaze. "That's about how long it takes us to get there and back, but I don't know how long he'll be talking to the steward."
"We'll give it two days," Sidon decided. He gestured to his hero. "If Link does not receive word from me by then, he will inform the Domain."
Turlach looked incredibly nervous by this prospect, but Raghnaid nodded at them both. She tugged on one of her brother's fins, and then pushed him toward the sea.
"We're going now?!" Turlach squeaked.
Bazz stepped forward with the rest of the Domain guards. "Sire, are you sure?"
Sidon nodded to him. "We have to figure out what's going on. It sounds like a grave misunderstanding – we need to clear up this mess." He moved toward the lizalfos, inclining his head toward Tristram. "General, will you keep an eye on the sea zora in my absence?"
Tristram huffed for a moment, beady eyes darting between Sidon and the sea zora. At length, he let out a low grumble, nodding.
Sidon nodded back to him, and then returned to Link's side. He knelt in the sand and tilted his lover's chin up. "I'll be back soon, I promise."
"You'd better," Link grimaced. "Be careful."
"I will," Sidon assured him, kissing the hylian's lips softly. "Be safe while I'm away," he murmured.
"…I won't go hunting lynels," Link promised with a smirk.
Sidon mirrored the expression. "I'm already so relieved, my dearest." He kissed Link's cheek, and then stood, joining his unit at the edge of the peninsula.
"It's mostly a straight line," Turlach explained as the prince walked up to them. "We'll stay in the light for most of it, so you all can see where we're going."
"If you can get here in the light, why travel in the dark?" Bazz questioned.
"Currents," Turlach shrugged. "It'll be slower, going by the light, but I think Ragh wants to make sure you guys know how to get back if you need to. Plus, there's a lot of monsters in the dark that she guesses you aren't used to."
"That's considerate," Sidon commented, glancing at the smaller sea zora.
Raghnaid stood staring at the ocean, a pensive smile on her face. She caught Sidon looking at her, and her mouth stretched into a wide grin. She signed to Turlach.
"She says it'll be interesting, bringing over people from Hyrule," Turlach smiled. "You're gonna stick out a lot, with those bright scales. Are you all ready?"
"Ready as we'll ever be," Sidon confirmed. "Lead the way."
Raghnaid giggled, and then waved her hand to the group, directing them to follow. Sidon glanced once more at Bazz before he followed suit, diving into the sea.
The swim was harder than Sidon anticipated. He called up to Turlach. "You said it was farther, but how much, exactly?"
"Not too much more," the sea zora reassured him. "You see those little lights in the distance?"
Sidon looked at the expanse of blue. He couldn't see much of anything, but then something lit up, briefly. Then another, and another. "What are those?" he asked. "More zora?"
"Bari," Turlach corrected. "They're monsters – usually harmless little blighters, but they can generate electricity. They'll zap you dead if you're not careful." He turned his head as he swam, grinning broadly with his thin, oddly translucent teeth. "We use 'em for light in the Province."
"Isn't that dangerous?" Bazz asked with a frown. "Why not just use luminous stone?"
"Aye, it is, but we don't have that much luminous stone," Turlach explained. "Catching bari's brutal work, but we've only got enough glow stones for the palace—" Raghnaid squeaked at him, and Turlach corrected himself. "Well, enough for places where it's too dangerous to use monster lights."
Raghnaid swam upward suddenly, leaving the group behind. She bolted for the surface, leaping from the water.
"What's she doing?" Bazz asked Turlach.
"Checking where we are," the sea zora shrugged. "There's an island before the Province – she's seeing if we're close enough to start descending." He squinted through the blue. "I think I see it – the island, I mean. Way over there."
Before Sidon could try to spot the island himself, Raghnaid was back, squeaking excitedly and diving below them.
"Almost there!" Turlach chirped. "Time to head down! Stick close, alright?"
The group dove, following Raghnaid into the depths of the ocean. She started glowing, drawing her sword as they went deeper. Turlach mirrored her actions, bracing himself.
Sidon and his unit kept their eyes on the siblings, who were even brighter as they approached depths where the sun couldn't reach.
"I can't see a thing," Bazz breathed. "I'd hate to have to fight a monster down here."
Sidon startled, not realizing that his captain was swimming right next him. "We shouldn't have to, with our guides," Sidon assured him, his voice bright but his heart worried. It was next to impossible to see where they were, now.
Eventually, the prince could see a large pair of luminous stones far below. The siblings made their way down to them, Raghnaid making more high-pitched squeaking noises as they approached. Beyond the stones was a hole in the rock formation below. A path, with a faint, cool glow emanating from within.
Once they'd descended, Sidon found that there were two guards stationed next to the stones – both the type with their bulbous eyes inside of their crests. The guards' gazes were drawn upward, and they made no motion of acknowledging the siblings or their charges.
Turlach swam right up to the guards, beaming. "Found some friends while we were out," he said brightly.
The closest guard's eyes swiveled in his head, taking in Sidon and his unit. The prince could hear Ailbhe muffle a surprised whimper. The guard huffed through his gills, his eyes returning to their initial position. "Hurry up and get inside," he grunted. "Stop glowing – there's morpheels about."
The siblings nodded, but only stopped glowing once they were certain every Domain zora was accounted for. They entered the path in the rock, and Sidon found it was lit with small chunks of luminous stone, veins of it growing naturally in the walls.
"This isn't the main entrance, but it's the closest," Turlach explained. "We've got to follow this path a while, then we'll be in the Province."
"And then we'll go and speak with the steward?" Sidon asked.
"Uh," Turlach looked to Raghnaid. She waved her hand dismissively, signing again. "We'll take you to his right-hand. The steward's hard to get a hold of."
"Why is that?" Sidon frowned. "Surely he'd be open to a discussion with a neighboring nation."
Ahead of them, Raghnaid snorted derisively.
"He's uh. He's pretty busy, most of the time," Turlach explained. At the word busy, Raghnaid rolled her eyes, making quotation marks with her fingers.
Sidon frowned at their interaction. "He isn't busy, is that what you meant, Raghnaid?"
The smaller sea zora let out a heavy sigh, nodding.
"Well, he's…He's something," Turlach muttered. He shook his head, grinning up at Sidon. "His right-hand's more available – He'll definitely want to talk to you."
Sidon wasn't sure there was much point in speaking with the steward's right-hand, if the man couldn't convince the steward to stop the assault on Hyrule's shores. He frowned to himself. A glance over his shoulder told him that his guards were likewise put off with the situation.
Eventually, the end of the path was in sight, and the zora all swam forward eagerly. The path opened up into an enormous cavern, and Sidon and his soldiers gasped at the sight.
There were bari everywhere, small and large – chu-like creatures with short tentacles extending beneath them, contained in cases on the tops of stone pillars. The Province glittered with the monsters' light. Stretched out beyond the entrance were buildings that looked like giant shells, all different sizes and shapes, tightly packed together, with winding roads paved between them.
Sea zora swam about in droves, more than Sidon had seen of his own people, even during festivals when the plaza in the Domain was packed with zora. In the center of it all was a large square, with a statue of gold that Sidon couldn't quite make out from this distance. It looked like a large, imposing zora man, but he had no idea who it could be based on.
On the buildings were more of those intricate, repeating patterns Sidon spied on Raghnaid and Turlach's armor. Again, he couldn't tell where the lines ended, but the designs echoed the forms of bizarre-looking fish and various kinds of shells. Along the walls of the cavern were more pathways - Entryways labeled in Lizal, and far more in number than the network of caves in the Domain. Sidon marveled at the sheer enormity of it.
"Welcome to Zola Province!" Turlach chirped along with Raghnaid's excited squeak.
"It's..." Sidon breathed, his jaw slack.
"It's gigantic," Gaddison finished for him.
"Aye, well, we've got a lot of people here," Turlach laughed.
Raghnaid pointed to their right, at the largest cave opening decorated with golden fish. Or whales. Sidon wasn't sure. The entrance glittered with gemstones, and he spotted more guards flanking the sides of it.
"That's the way to the palace," Turlach explained. "We'll be heading through there."
Raghnaid signed to him, gesturing toward the group of Domain zora, and then herself. Her hands moved rapidly at her brother, eyes flicking to the buildings below them.
"Or, you'll be heading through there," Turlach pouted. He turned to Sidon with a sheepish smile. "Ragh wants me to talk to some other people about the uh...The misunderstanding. Make sure everybody knows. She'll lead you to the palace."
"Will you be joining us later?" Sidon asked.
"Aye, I'll meet up with you guys, after," Turlach nodded. With that, he began to swim away, toward the city. He waved at the group. "Have fun talking to Mur!"