in_sidon_we_trust | Zora's Domain, Hyrule. Friday [05/04 FT].

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Zora's Domain, Hyrule. Friday [05/04 FT].

Out of the desert and back to the cool, refreshing waters of Zora's Domain, it was the final day for the Hyrule trip, and Sidon had arranged for his friends to arrive to a wonderful party held in their honor. He and the other Zora had hung up bright and colorful banners and he'd convinced someone from the Wetland Stable to come up to the Domain to prepare a feast: Fish Pie and Seafood Paella, but also non-fish meat dishes, like Poultry Pilaf and Spicy Pepper Steak. And, of course, Creamy Heart Soup to celebrate the closeness of their friendship! There was Fruitcake and Nutcake, fresh bread and Honeyed Fruits. Sidon had tried his hand at a little cooking himself, but the results were a little dubious. Either way, his friends would certainly be eating well tonight!

And then relaxing in the peaceful Domain over stories of their adventure out into Hyrule, which he could hardly wait to hear. He was just glad they were back and they were safe and they would all return to Fandom Island with the shared experiences of his beloved homeland.

...But was it too early to start planning for the next trip back? There was still so much left to see!

[[ and the final Hyrule post! No OCD on this one, and a big gigantic thank you to the guests for making it so delightful to revisit this place with fresh eyes again!]]

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"Hmmmmm." Jiahto narrowed his eyes a moment, inspecting the boy curiously, making a thoughtful sound deep in his throat. "There is an old, old saying. The dragon ascends to the heaves as the sun begins to set, but no one has witness these dragons in the current age. They are said to embody the spirits of the three goddess, to serve them and represent their powers. Mmm, between here and the desert? The Spring of Courage lies in Faron to the southwest, mmm, that would mean Farosh, the spirit of lightning."

The elder Zora's gaze became a little more scrupulous. "Legends, really. No one has seen the dragons of the goddesses since well before the Calamity, except for the Hylian princess, of course, one would assume."

"Of course, one would assume," Norman replied, not about to jump up to say that he had. It felt almost like witnessing something not meant for him, when it was all explained that way. Like by some fluke of genetics, some quirk of spirit, he'd trespassed on somebody else's beliefs. "I'm sure they're amazing."

Norman, stop blushing and looking extra awkward.

It was a rather...interesting reaction to such a legend, one that Sidon thought was curious indeed. "What did you encounter that made you wonder about the dragons, Norman?" he ventured. "Hyrule is...rich with lore and stories, but something about them must have stuck to have risen above the rest in your mind."

Norman looked between the two Zora in silence for a long moment.

"... The dragon."

And then a little smile. An awkward smile. The sort of smile that was still half hoping that maybe people would think that he was just joking or being coy.

And they were on the complete edge of their fins the entire time. Well, Sidon was. It was hard to tell with Jiahto; he looked like he might have fallen asleep.

"You...encountered the dragon?" Sidon gushed. "Truly, Norman?"

And that did seem to wake the Elder up a little, whose scrupulous gaze just got mildly sharper, drifting particularly to Norman's ears. "Are you...certain you're not Hylian, boy?"

Could Norman just kind of pull himself into his hoodie and disappear? He was tempted to try, anyway, though mostly he just continued to look progressively more awkward.

"Pretty sure," he said. "And... I mean... I only saw the dragon. From a distance. I didn't approach it or anything."

"Oh," Sidon breathed out in awe, "but that's wonderful, Norman! That's amazing! Was it absolutely the most incredible thing your eyes have ever beheld? A legendary dragon! Farosh! The Spirit of Courage! Oh, I would certainly need all the courage in the world if I'd have witnessed such a glorious, awesome thing!"

Jiahto...merely offered a grumble, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, but highly doubting it would be that incredible, but he had to remember, the prince was so young, he could barely remember time before the Calmity, so of course he would be...easily impressed.

"It... it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen," Norman replied, nodding a little. "There was a sort of... green light that swept down over its body, and feathers behind its head that glowed, and a huge twisting horn coming from the front of its face, and it was... it was huge."

He let the awkwardness fade in order to sound a little bit awestruck, himself.

"I've seen a lot of awesome things, but... nothing like a dragon."

"Hold on," Jiahto said, lifting a finger and starting to turn, "hold onto that thought, boy, I just need to get something to...chisel that down."

The Elder started to move back toward the sleeping pools to get his recording materials...rather slowly...

You might be holding that thought for a while, Norman.

Meanwhile, Sidon looked as though he had practically seen the dragon itself, a little envious that Norman has witnessed such a thing, but that small feeling was easily overwhelmed by how pleased he was that his friend could have experienced such a thing.

"Marvelous," he sighed, unable to think of anything more to say.

A special moment, indeed, when even Sidon was feeling rather speechless.

Edited 2018-05-04 18:15 (UTC)

Norman stared after Jiahto for a moment, and then, fidgeting, looked back at Sidon.

"It was," he agreed. "I, um."

And now he found himself wondering where to take the conversation from here, at least until the elder Zora returned.

"I see things, sometimes," he said, lamely, feeling a sudden need to explain while it was just the two of them. "Things that other people don't see. Ghosts, mostly, but I guess a big spirit dragon is close enough, or exists on the same plane or... something."

Sidon frowned. "Ghosts?" he asked. "Do you mean...like the spirits of those who have passed on? Who have...died?"

Something crept into him just then, something hard and unpalatable that made his stomach clench. His eyes lifted, almost unbidden, toward the statue at the middle of the courtyard, and he swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat.

"Or, I suppose," he added, trying to dance around a thought, "in the case of the dragon, spirits that have ceased to exist in the current realm for..." And now his eyes traced up the mountain looming over them, "...whatever reason..."

Norman watched Sidon's gaze moving from place to place, listened to the way his voice seemed to just kind of fade in and out as thoughts worked their way around with that gaze.

He turned and he looked toward the statue, himself.

"You've got something on your mind, don't you?"

One didn't need to be a seer to figure that out.

"I...do," Sidon admitted, slowly, and he leaned in, lowering his voice. "It's probably not a very wise idea, in fact, I suspect it's quite the opposite, but....Norman, I believe....in light of this gift of yours that you've just revealed to me...I may...have to ask a favor of you."

Well... that was...

Norman looked at Sidon with a thoughtful frown. He'd never really had anybody asking him to use his power before.

"A favor?"

"First," Sidon said carefully, "I suppose I must ask you this. You don't....happen to see Mipha here, now, in the Domain, do you? That's my sister, the one on the statue..."

Norman bit his lip. Yeah, this was heading the direction he was kind of afraid it was heading, wasn't it?

"I don't see her right now," he replied. "I could ask one of the other ghosts if she's here, though. There are usually at least a few."

"No," Sidon shook his head sadly, "that's quite alright. I figured that would be your answer. I never really...feel her presence here, though I always keep my heart open to it. It's only ever..." He turned his head again, toward the mountains. "Up there. And therein lies my favor, Norman. Perhaps later, when everything here has settled down, would you mind...terribly...going up to the Divine Beast with me, just to see...if you truly can see spirits...I...I simply must know, if she's still up there, as I...as I truly feel she is."

It seemed like such a simple request.

Just go, and see if a ghost was in a certain place. That was nothing compared to some of the things that Norman had been asked to do over the years. But there was something to that request, something deeper than Norman could really grasp, that made him study Sidon in silence for a minute before coming up with reply. And when he spoke, his words were careful, measured, but gentle.

"I can do that," he said, nodding a little. "If she's there, that's definitely something I can do."

"Excellent," Sidon nodded. "Thank you, Norman. It will...greatly settle something that had been plaguing my mind for some time now. I can only think of it as fortuitous that I should discover your gift now, before we return to Fandom Island, so that I might finally--"

But he stopped, his eyes lifting over Norman's shoulder, and he cleared his throat. "Ah, and the great scribe returns. I shall come find you later, my friend. For now, I believe you have a majestic dragon to describe for posterity!"

Norman wanted desperately to ask what it was that he wasn't being told, why it might be that she would be elsewhere, instead of here with her family. But once the scribe had returned, there was no way to ask, no way to find out without potentially sharing something that wasn't his to share.

So he looked at Sidon and nodded a little.

"I'll talk to you again later, then?"

He apparently had a dragon to talk about.

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