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

[in_sidon_we_trust]

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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[refused2berescued]

"Got a lot of swag," Uma said carelessly, like that was the only thing she'd enjoyed. There had been a lot more and part of her almost wanted to burble about the beauty of the world and the delicious food and how oddly nice everyone had been--but that felt weird and more than a little foreign.

"Wanna spar a bit now?" Uma asked. "I'm not used to the curve yet on mine, either. Don't mind a bit of practice."

[intotheout]

"Sure!" Tip grinned. "You're still going to beat the pants off me, but that's probably always going to be true."

[refused2berescued]

"Probably," Uma said, because she wasn't one for regular modesty, never mind the false variety. "But I first picked up a sword when I was a kid. It feels weirder to be unarmed now than the reverse."

Good luck getting her to use the weapons locker, administration.

[intotheout]

Yeah, Tip didn't even know that locker existed. And she had a gun that erased things.

"Did your mom teach you how to use it?"

[refused2berescued]

Uma let out a bitter laugh before she could even help herself. "Not hardly," she said. "Mom saw anything that wasn't me working my fingers to the bone at the restaurant a waste of time. Even school some days."

Or sleep. Or eating. Or--never mind, it was stupid.

"I didn't need her anyway," she muttered.

[intotheout]

Oops, she'd stepped on a sore spot.

"Well, clearly. Self-taught, then?"

[refused2berescued]

Wasn't Tip's fault. Few people expected to hear, 'Nah, my parent didn't love me' from someone. Just ask Lonnie in Auradon.

"Not exactly," Uma said with a small smile, now that she could leave the topic of her mother behind. "There was an old pirate when I was a kid. Saw me struggling to hold it right. Gave me pointers in exchange for food for Bonny. Then when I was older, Harry and I sparred a lot and Jonas taught me how to fight lefty."

[intotheout]

"Sounds like you had some good friends, then. Even if most of the rest of the island sucked."

[refused2berescued]

"That's for damn sure, on both counts," Uma admitted. She was feeling too mellow to argue that they were crew not friends, the way she had with Sidon. The longer she was here, the more the distinction blurred anyway. "I hope they're okay. And they don't think that I abandoned them."

Beat.

"Or that I'm dead, I guess. That would suck too." But not as much as them thinking she'd deliberately left them all behind.

[intotheout]

"And there's no way to get in touch with them, huh," Tip said. "I'm guessing none of them have phones."