in_sidon_we_trust | Outside of Room 221 and Points Beyond; Saturday Morning [02/02].

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Outside of Room 221 and Points Beyond; Saturday Morning [02/02].

A challenge had been issued. And if anyone thought someone like Sidon would do anything but fully rise to meet that challenge with aplomb and gusto....well, then, clearly, they did not know Sidon. He supposed he could have waited a little later in the day, understanding that it was the weekend and some people (very rarely him!) liked to enjoy not having to be up early for classes or jobs or whatever else they had, but it took a great deal of willpower to wait even as long as he had. After all, each second that passed was an opportunity to lose that challenge.

And that simply would not stand.

Which was why there was a very large Zora at the door of Room 221 that morning, giving it a strong and hearty knock. "Vette!" he called out, before delivering another rhymthmic rapping on the door. "Vette! It is I, Sidon! The Zora Prince!"

She could probably hear that sparkling grin through the door, really.

"You must come quickly! We haven't got a moment to spare!"

[[ for that girl he kinda likes, though feel free to grumble. and NFB for distance after they hit that sweet, sweet portal, natch ]]

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Oh, could she ever. And that was what contributed to a laugh even as she startled out of bed with a soft whump onto the floor.

"Sidon, what--" And another laugh. "Give me a minute, okay?"

It took her about that long to pull on a pair of pants and a shirt, and then she was opening the door, grinning up at him.

"Let me guess," she said, eyes sparkling with mirth almost as much as his grin had been. "You win?"

"Well, no," said Sidon, even though that look on her face made him feel like he'd just won the entire world, "not technically yet, though, I assure you, my victory is indeed imminent!

Emboldened by his impending success, he swooped down to greet Vette with a kiss. "Fetch your coat," he said, "and then we'll grab our weapons. Our portal awaits!"

Ahh, nothing quite said romance like 'grab our weapons,' right? Sidon was looking far too proud of himself for this one, really, and rather eager to get going, so much so that if Vette dawdled for a even a moment, he'd be very tempted to just pluck her up and take her there himself.

He liked to think that she wouldn't object to that too strongly.

"Fetch my weapons?!"

That was not incredulity. That right there was pure excitement. Vette's expression brightened even more and she gave a bounce on her toes before grabbing for her coat (and for her boots, she was not doing anything that involved weapon-fetching' without her boots) and then bounced back to solicit another kiss on the way.

"To the weapons locker!"

The stupid, stupid weapons locker.

That right there was the exact reaction Sidon had been angling for with that statement, and he had to chuckle, beaming as she bounced around, bounced back, bounced up for a kiss.

"To the weapons locker!" he agreed.

That very, very strange weapons locker, especially to someone who'd grown up in a place where weapons were literally just strewn about and littered everywhere. Of course, his weapons were a bit special, naturally, but if he was to keep them in a special place, he'd rather it not be so far away. But it couldn't be helped, and they could make it there in short time, and then it was a matter of deciding between his sword and his trident, which wasn't even a very difficult choice. And then he grabbed his bow, checked the string, frowning a little into his quiver. He'd definitely have to pick up more arrows while they were there...

Vette, meanwhile, was grabbing both of her blasters, doing a cursory check over them to make sure nobody had done any funny stuff with them while they were stored away, and then grabbed a few power packs for the road, just in case.

"It's a shame I didn't have a medkit on me when the island grabbed me, just in case," she noted, fastening her weapons and ammunition to her belt and then giving another bounce for good measure. "So you're going to have to just not get hurt, got it, buster?"

Sidon barked out a laugh at that. "I should say the very same to you," he warned her, slinging his quiver, his bow over his shoulder. "Fortunately, for the both of us, I have absolutely no intention of doing any such thing."

His grin, however, seemed to suggest otherwise, especially as he added, "But I shan't make any promises."

This was, after all, the place where he'd been swallowed by a giant octorok. But she didn't need to know about that...yet.

"Are you set?"

"I don't even know what I'm set for," Vette laughed, bouncing on her toes again for good measure, "but you better believe I'm ready for it. Lead on!"

Spoil her rotten with adventure, Sidon. Do it.

"I will deign to divulge one bit of information about where we are going before we get there," said Sidon, bracing himself as they stepped outside to head to the causeway for their portal, "and that is that it is delightfully and pleasantly warm. This exertion will be worth it alone for the mere fact of being able to be outside and not be completely miserable about it!"

Not that he wanted to complain about the weather, of course, but....he was totally complaining about the weather.

"And see, already you've picked the best possible destination," Vette laughed, leaning up against him as they walked. Here, Sidon. Have some warm, warm Twi'lek on the journey. "Because this? Is dumb. This whole planet and all the winter that goes with it. It's awful."

Let her complain about the weather for you!

She was rather good at it.

Sidon just grinned a little and leaned against Vette in return, lightly, switching his trident to his outside hand so his arm might slip around her a little. He would have been happy for the closeness even without the warmth, though that warmth truly was marvelous as an added bonus.

"And to think!" he remarked. "It seems to have been a fair bit milder this year than last. Although that might also simply be that I was better prepared this time around; it's been far less of a shock."

"Could even be a bit of both," Vette suggested helpfully, having no idea what the weather was like last year either way. "I mean, you're one smart cookie, I'm sure you've learned plenty about staying warm around here."

Yup. Cuddling right on in as they walked, perhaps a little pointedly. She was great for helping keep warm, wasn't she? She could even twine a lek around his arm, since it was right there and all.

"Don't think this date means I've given up on coming up with a good one for you," she added, grinning up at him. "This just means your plan came together faster, that's all."

Pity they couldn't work out something like this when it came time to head into work on Thursdays; much more pleasant than simply sprinting to the shelter, it might even make Sidon eager to have to leave the relative comfort of the dorms in winter.

"And," he added with a chuckle, "that I've won. Let us not forget that this also means I've won."

He had no intention of letting her come close to forgetting, really.

"And that you've won," Vette laughed, shaking her head. "Fine, you get bragging rights. But only once the date is over; it still has to pass muster, buster."

She had no doubt that it would, but she was still going to tease while she still could.

"But of course," said Sidon, who, with no free hands to place his hand to his heart to express his sincerity, settled for a bow of his head. "Naturally! I would never dream to claim as glorious of a victory as this on a mere technicality! In fact, I shall not even rest on my laurels with the simple exceptional fact that this date will be taking somewhere that is very much..." He paused, for a pointed glance around, "here."

"Here's okay I guess," Vette said, smiling up at him. "I mean, we have this stupid island and its quirks to thank for a lot. It just needs to be less cold and less stupid."

And less with the not letting her get home, but she'd let that topic slide for now.

For now.

"One of these days," she added, "you're going to be so surprised with what I'm going to spring on you. It's gonna happen."

She just had to come up with a thing. One that didn't bank on her knowing specific places on the mainland or having access to her own galaxy.

That complicated things a bit.

"I haven't the slightest doubt in my mind," Sidon assured her, grinning back down at her, "and I look forward to it with the utmost eager anticipation. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt it will be the most spectacular surprise, and I am very much looking forward to it."

So...no pressure or anything. Really, though! Vette could take him out to a glorified cardboard box, and he'd still think it was wonderful.

Well, he might be a little disappointed, truthfully, but he would be very dedicated in not showing it and find everything positive about it until he wasn't.

"In the meantime," he said, as their banter finally brought them around to the causeway and he grinned again, "my suprise shall have to suffice! There's our portal now.

"I'll admit," he said with a chuckle, "I'm not sure if this is a situation that calls for me to invite you to go first out of courtesy, one that requires me to embark forward first out of chivalry since it's quite true we don't know exactly what might be awaiting us there, or if it's best we go together, on some count of three. What do you suppose, Vette?"

Although, really, he thought he knew the answer.

"On three," Vette said dutifully. "You'll freeze your headtail off if I stray from you for even a second, after all."

... This was probably not true. But she was comfortable, nestled all up against him as she was.

"But if you still want the satisfaction of the grand reveal, I'll let you cover my eyes for the step through."

Sidon was already missing that warmth at the mere idea of stepping apart, really, so a frozen headtail couldn't be that far off. He chuckled at the suggestion, nodding his head. "That would help maintain a better element of surprise," he admitted, and she had wanted surprise, hadn't she? So he grinned brightly and made up his mind. "An excellent idea! We shall do just that! So," and he turned slightly toward her, leaning in, taking advantage of those long arms and his large hands so that his arm still wrapped around her as the hand that had been near her shoulder now rested lightly over her eyes, and he dropped his voice to a low, intimate level, now that they were so close, "just step forward with me on the count of three. One, two..."

And on the three, they stepped forward, right through the portal, and the first thing Vette might notice was the promised warmth, a temperature just on the edge of being hot, but not quite there, the air slightly humid. Those coats would be getting much too warm for them very quickly, and then Vette might notice the scent of the air, the salty sea and fish frying over an open fire, all carried on an ocean breeze that swept up towards them. The waves and wind mingled with the sounds of a gull crying out as it passed by over head, the constant chirping of insects in the long rustling grass, a cow letting out a planative lowing cry nearby.

And when Sidon removed his hand, Vette would find herself standing at shrine similar in shape to the one that had taken them to Zora's Domain, only in a vastly different area, an open space overlooking the ocean and a small village nestled within the with palm trees. The sky stretches out overhead blue and clear (for now), stretching as endlessly as the vast turquoise sea.

"Welcome to Lurelin Village, Vette," Sidon said, his proud grin perhaps a little softer than usual, but no less eager to see if she might be sufficiently impressed and approving.

After all, it was incredibly small and quaint, but there was a good chance it only still existed to be shown off because of him. So there was always that.

Vette blinked a little into the sudden sunshine, still leaning against Sidon in spite of the warmth, and after a moment made to process what it was they were looking at here, she gasped.

"It's beautiful. How is it all of your world is so beautiful?"

There were beautiful things about her galaxy, true. Breathtaking things, in fact.

She never really got to see those things.

Did...did she forget about the living, gooey mass of pulsating shadow and concentrated evil clinging at the very center of this world, lingering and able to overwhelm it all without even a single moment's notice? Did she fail to notice the war-torn ruins spread across the landscape at nearly every turn? She must have, but, then again, Sidon realized, as he took in the impressive view from the elevated shrine looking over the quaint little village, this area was so far removed from it all that he could even see himself forgetting. Out here, they were so untouched by the Calamity, one could almost forget that it existed at all. And he supposed the same might be said for Zora's Domain and the Rito Village, if one did not know the true meaning behind the looming presence of the Divine Beasts, if one was unaware of the significance of the statue he used to spend every morning, every evening confronting...

...but all he had to do was remember what Vette had said about her own worlds, where she had come from, as well as the multitude of things she always left unsaid, and he could understand better. Hyrule truly was beautiful, in its perseverance as well as its landscapes, even if he could never quite shake the aching heartbreak that came with knowing just how fragile and threatened all this beauty was.

Sidon squeezed Vette a little, kissed the top of her head. "I dare say," he said, "I've been spoiling you with all the highlights. But let's go!" Not wishing to dwell on that when there were so many more enchanting things he could be spending his time on, he moved to take Vette's hand and start leading her toward the steep little path down the mountain, through the grassy pastures where the Hateno cows looked up from their idle chewing to watch them with dull curiousity, toward the well-travelled path leading into the village. "We shall deposite our coats at the inn so we won't have to worry about them and have ourselves some breakfast!"

Leave it to Vette to find beauty in the most unlikely of places. She smiled up at him, already shrugging her way out of her coat so that she could carry it in her arms, and nodded.

"I'm fine with being spoiled," she informed him, taking to that path with enthusiasm (and possibly making a silly face or two at the cows as they passed them by), pausing every now and again to take a better look whenever the path afforded them a good view. "I mean... It's easy to be fond of what you've shown me."

Even the castle, for all of its ominous twisting horror. Even the looming beast. The shadow was adventure, to be experienced as a free Twi'lek, without constant reminders that she hadn't always been, and that those near to her still weren't.

That meant a lot.

"So," she added, grinning. "Are we fishing, then?"

And Sidon laughed at that, grinning back. "We most certainly are," he declared, "and I almost feel as though I should be profusely apologizing for being so predictable when I should be making an emphasis on being surprising, but I shall refuse to do so on this occasion. After all, this coast offers the best fishing that Hyrule has to offer, and it would simply be a grave oversight on my part to simply pass that up. There will be fruit, as well, local to the area, for you while I'm out ensnaring only the best the ocean has to offer. Mighty bananas and palm fruits, mostly."

As he spoke, they'd entered the village proper, which was little more than a slightl oragnized scattering of a few huts, some of them like the one they approached resembling the hull of a ship. There weren't many people around, most of them either out in the boat bobbing along in the sea or simply keeping up with the request that Sidon had passed along to the village elder when planning the trip. After all, he was a living legend to the people here, but, as good as it would be for his ego, it wouldn't be easy to spend time with Vette if he had people fawning over him on the visit. So they mostly kept their distance politely, though they couldn't help a few curious peeks, especially the children who had only heard stories of the Prince who Slew the Fell Octorok before, wide little eyes peering out from behind railings that didn't keep them nearly as concealed as they thought, interrupted only by whispers and giggles.

And then a flailing scattering once Sidon couldn't help himself but to turn his head slightly and acknowledge them with a wink.

Reaching the inn, Sidon gestured for Vette to walk up the stairs through the entrance while he followed, having to duck underneath the low sign overhead to do so, and he greeted the woman inside warmly. "Hello! We won't be staying long, we were simply hoping we might be able to keep some of our travel gear here as we won't be needing it until we leave. Ah! And excellent!" The woman had already set a basket on her counter with a bob of her head and with a smile, offered to take their coats.

"There's the fruit I'd mentioned," he informed Vette, after thanking the woman, who may have not quite expected the enormity of the coat that had been handed to her, and he grinned. "Looks like they were able to bring in some spicy peppers as I'd hoped, as well."

For what it was worth, Vette's coat was much smaller! She smiled a little lopsidedly as she passed it over to the woman, and then peered into the basket curiously.

"Spicy peppers!" And now she was grinning brightly at the woman and up at Sidon. "I promise I won't make you eat any this time around. I'll even eat some fruit and fish before I kiss you silly after I eat them."

Because she valued you and your mouth, Sidon.

And that was one of many, many reasons Sidon appreciated you so much, Vette.

"You didn't make me eat any last time around, either," he pointed out with a laugh. No, he had only his own bravado to thank for that one. "Though, thankfully for my sake, I'm afraid you may find these peppers to be a bit milder than some of the others you've tried. Still, perhaps it might not be a terrible idea to get some of those kisses in beforehand. Just in case."

Like...now, for example. Sidon thought now would be an excellent time to get in a few kisses, grabbing the basket while leaning in for just that.

Vette was absolutely giggling up into that kiss, standing up on her toes as best as she was able to save him even the smallest bit of leaning, reaching a hand up to just kind of fondly run her fingers over one of his headfins.

"Mmmhm," she murmured, once she'd surfaced again for air. "Great idea, get some of that done now. There's a quota we need to hit, you know."

She'd just made it up. But it was important.

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