SIDON

Arriving back to the island, Sidon discovered that the holiday had stirred up inside of him a great deal of mixed and somewhat confused, though not at all bad, feelings. He was eager to be back, of course; he had promised Mipha that he would enjoy himself and he had, and now it was time to fulfill the other promises he had made, to keep diligently improving himself and fighting and striving forward so that, when the time came to rise against Calamity Ganon again, he'd be ready. The distraction that Greece had provided had been...spectacular. And potent. Even just thinking back on the week idly managed to produce its own distraction of considerable effectiveness, a small smile brightening his face unconsciously, his mind already wandering off into trying to think of the best way to thank Vette for being such wonderful company.

(Despite the fact, of course, that it was he who providing the tour and the breakfast and the swimming lessons. Middling, minor details, really).

But he couldn't think about that now. He had to get his mind back into business mode, back into the task at hand, the reason he was here, to learn, to strengthen himself, to be better. And he'd already decided that he would channel that into getting back into regular fighting form with his weapons almost as soon as he landed back in Fandom. Though it was very clear to him last night that a more important task needed to be tackled first...

His tank. A week away without use or upkeep was no good for his tank at all, so it would seem that his Sunday would be dedicated to the all-important task of cleaning, maintaining, and refilling the darned thing, which was certainly an all-day event that, at the very least, proved to be another effective distraction, not just from the visiting specter of his long-gone sister but also from the more recent, much warmer specter of longing for the bright Mediterranean Sea.

[[ expecting one, but door and post are open! ]]

Ahh, yes, indeed, Sidon was practically floating on the sweet high that came along with victory, unscathed by paint despite showering his enemies with it, and, for his efforts and strategy, he had in his hands the coveted fish that had caused so much excitement over the past few weeks. Holding it, he hardly felt worthy of such a prize, but his heart danced with excitement, as he'd thought about doing this last week, and now, lo and behold, it was to come true, almost as if he himself were a very prophet.

Keeping a close eye out for the nefarious and notorious thieves that have attempted to claim the prize despite not having earned it, Sidon slipped away to his room with the prize held tight under his arm, where he went to his tank and promptly slipped the fish in.

"There, my amphibious brethren!" he declared as the backboard on the fish slowly started to drag it down, down, down toward the bottom of the large tank. "Finally, you may rest in the calm waters that I am certain you crave, soak in the sweet embrace of the water! I know you are but gears and wires and whatever else has been added to you in the course of these challenging events, but for now, for this week, rest and be free to enjoy the simple spirit of the waves, which surely lurks deep within you, though you are but mechanical and not actually a real fish."

And with that beatitude, Sidon himself slipped into the tank, reaching down to press the button that ignited the fish's sweet siren song, distorted and warbled now by the water. He sighed, closing his eyes contentedly, and listened.

Almost like whales calling to each other in the vast moonlit night...

[[I blame the fact that Wednesday is also cheap ass wine pour day at my bar. Door and post are open!]]