in_sidon_we_trust | Hyrule. Thurdsay, [05/03 FT].

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Hyrule. Thurdsay, [05/03 FT].

After it was generally ~~and mostly handwavily~~ decided that the group would use their extra day in Hyrule to visit the far reaches of the land in the Gerudo Desert, Sidon wished them well with his regrets that he would not be able to join them. Sure, winter on Fandom Island had definitely tested his ability to withstand different weather, but he knew the heat of the desert would still be far too much for him. Besides, he would never be able to pass as a vai in order to enter the city, so he would just wait for them back at Zora's Domain.

"I would say to call if anything goes amiss," he said before they left, "but after yesterday, I am not too sure that would be a possible solution."

But Ramella, the Gerudo guide, assured the prince that she would keep them from harm, and they gathered their horses, and set off to the southwest for the next and final leg of their adventure.

[[ day three, almost done! OCD ~~incoming has arrived!!]]~~

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"Don't get why seeing ghosts is supposed to be weird," Uma said, finally looking away from the sky since whatever had Norman so enthralled wasn't showing itself to her. "I mean, you probably shouldn't make pacts with dark spirits for power or whatever, but otherwise..."

She shrugged. "This all related to the getting-burned-at-the-stake thing?"

"Yeah," Norman agreed, glancing back at her, not quite able to keep the relief out of his voice. "Apparently being able to see ghosts means I can talk to zombies, too, and when a few came stumbling through town the locals all figured it was my fault."

He couldn't even fault them for that one. If you squinted sideways at the whole situation, it sort of was.

"I haven't really met many 'dark spirits' or anything before. Most of them are just worried about stuff like who's going to feed their cat or whether they left the oven on before they died."

Uma shrugged. "Probably for the best. I'd say talk to Doc Facilier about 'em, but you really shouldn't." Not that she'd be bringing anyone home to visit the Sidon was anyway ~~at least until new canon comes out~~. "He's a bokor, or was before he was on the island."

"That's... Vodou, right? I've read a bit about it, but most of what I know comes from horror movies and comic books, and... nobody should base what they know about a religion around what they've seen in horror movies and comic books."

He smiled sheepishly.

"I'm not really looking for ways to raise the dead or capture spirits, anyway. I've seen enough of both already."

"It can be."

If you had a spaceship with a little fashion experience to help you.

"Red lips and black eyeshadow. I don't think you can go wrong with that. It would go well with the dress."

"O-okay," Norman said, looking at Breq and nodding a little. "Okay, if you say so. I'll just let you figure that out, I know I'll just mess it up."

It was a comment that certainly caught the attention of a passing Gerudo, though, of course, she took it to mean precisely what Uma hadn't meant.

"You rather get used to it," she offered, "and cools down quite a bit in the evening. Vasaaq," she waved a hand a little, "I hope you are enjoying your visit."

"Pictures?" Tali's head tilted. "Are you an artist or something?"

"I dabble," Tip said. "Have you ever heard of photographs?"

"Gooooood plan." Tip accepted the jar gratefully. "I haven't been somewhere this dry in years."

"It takes some practice," Breq said, moving towards the shelf displaying small jars filled with bright colours. She examined the options. Had this been someone who actually cared about make-up, this would have taken longer, but she felt confident just to pick something that would work acceptably.

"Would you like to choose a necklace, or should I?"

"I think I can manage that," Norman replied, looking around the room. "While you pick that, I mean..."

He glanced at the shopkeeper, who gave him a bemused look before gesturing toward a small display of simple jewelry.

"It probably doesn't have to be anything too fancy, right?"

"Everyone is entitled to their own taste in jewellery," Breq said, trying to be encouraging rather than truthful.

"They are," Norman said, and then looked over the selection. "I... think I don't want something that'll draw much attention to my chest."

A pause.

"Because I'm self-conscious about that. Puberty hasn't done me any favors there yet."

...

God, this was awkward.

"Or you choose something big enough to cover that fact," Breq said. "You might be right though."

Breq wasn't particularly awkward. She had dealt with awkward teenagers before though, although not one to was trying to pass as the opposite gender. For obvious reasons.

"Anything big enough to cover that might just weigh her down," the shopkeeper was muttering, not trying terribly hard to keep from being overheard.

Norman blushed a whole lot harder.

"I'll just pick something," he settled on, and reached to pick up the first necklace he saw that was in his price range.

Breq gave the shopkeeper an expressionless look, then turned to Norman. "Let's pay for this when you've decided."

She did not appreciate someone who made rude comments about their customers, but going to another place would be too much hassle.

"This one is as good as any," Norman said, holding up the necklace he'd reached for. It was simple, with carved wooden beads. Nothing terribly expensive. Nothing terribly eye-catching. But definitely a necklase.

Uma shrugged. There were so many things from his world that were like each other in broad strokes but then different in the details. "I dunno. We didn't call it anything, it's just what Doc did before they dragged him to the other side when he couldn't fulfill his end of a deal."

She looked at him, eyes uncharacteristically solemn. "So--good call. Making pacts can be dangerous. And you don't have the streak of bastard to get out of them."

"Me neither." Or ever, really. Uma had always lived on islands. "Having fun?"

Norman actually grimaced at that. The idea of being dragged to the other side pulled him right back to that moment in the woods, the ground falling away beneath him, a screaming poltergeist trying to throw him to his own death...

"I prefer to stay out of some kinds of trouble unless there's a good reason for it," he replied. "Making pacts for power doesn't seem like a good reason, anyway."

"I really am," Tip said. She had the scrapes and bruises to prove it, even. "You? Want to give it a shot?"

"It's definitely something I could get used to," Uma said with an easy smirk. "Vasaaq?" she sounded out the word. "Is that a greeting?"

"Riding a seal?" Uma said, looking intrigued. "I--yeah, actually. It seemed like fun, but I wanted to do some shopping for a bit first. What do I do?"

"Hang onto the rope and try not to fall over," Tip said. Her method was not super complicated, no. "What are you going to shop for?"

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