East Reservoir Lake; Zora's Domain, Hyrule. Friday Evening [05/04].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

After the feast, after the festivities, after everyone had started to wind down and perhaps become less likely to notice that they were gone, Sidon lead Norman along the mountain pass, up the long and glistening stairs to take them to the very top of the towering dam to the platform that looked over the East Reservoir Lake. And sitting there at the center, with the backdrop of the sky painted from the sunset, was Vah Ruta, calm and still as it had been since the day it ceased to move, from the day its Champion had died.

At least, calm and still was how it appeared to Sidon's eyes, but for the person joining him? He drew in a deep breath, narrowing his eyes, as if trying to see what Norman might.

"Well," he said, "there it is. Can you...can you see anything? Should we move closer?"

[[What? You think we could just end the trip on sunshine and rainbows?? For He Who Sees Dragons]]

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[in_sidon_we_trust]

It was so strange, really. Sidon could hear it in Norman's voice, but when he looked out over the lake, all he saw was the Divine Beast as calm and peaceful as it had been for most of his life. With that perspective, he almost wondered, briefly, if that was all it would really take. Had no one tried to reason with the Calamity before?

But that was absurd. Of course they had tried. One could argue that the Princess was still trying now, as they stood there gawking at a dead piece of machinery. The urge to get closer pulled at him again, and he fought it by standing up, stepping back, but he still narrowed his eyes at Vah Ruta, still tried to see, though he knew he should probably be grateful that he couldn't.

"You're certain you think you hear something, though?" he asked quietly. "You believe you hear her?"

He didn't suspect that Calamity was one to play tricks, especially when it didn't suspect anyone would be listening.

[always_someone]

Norman's gaze fell downward, toward his feet, and he hated himself a little for his inability to do anything. What could he do? The Calamity wanted exactly what its name implied, and Tip hadn't been wrong when she'd insinuated that Norman wouldn't fare well wielding anything more formidable than a broomstick.

"I know I hear her, Sidon," he said, softly. "I don't believe I do, I don't think I do. She's there."

How else would he have known the name of her champion?

[in_sidon_we_trust]

And Sidon held his breath, not entirely sure what he was hoping to accomplish with that information. This whole thing, he realized, seemed like a folly, but he'd known that going in, didn't he? But he knew now...for sure...what he had suspected. Being correct on the matter, however, certainly didn't make him feel better about anything. If anything, he felt worse, especially knowing that there was nothing they could do about it. Nothing that would actually work.

"Let us leave here," he finally said, quietly. "I...believe I have what I needed to know now."

[always_someone]

Norman glanced back up at Sidon, and for the longest moment he stumbled over the idea of protesting. But what was there to protest? Sidon was the strongest of the two of them by far, but he wasn't the one who could see or hear anything that was happening in the distance.

He swallowed, and then nodded.

"I'm sorry, Sidon," he said, and whether that was meant as condolences for the situation or an apology for the fact that he could do nothing about it was anybody's best guess.