@maremelody
“An archaeologist back home told me that the ancient Gerudo once favored men from the Zonai Tribe. She said it was because they shared our fighting spirit.”
Her hand rested on a stone pillar, timeworn and dressed in moss. Painted fingernails absently trace the whirling glyphs and intricate ridges chiseled onto its surface. The pitch black mare she had been gifted, Drishti, grazed on the overgrowth spouting beneath its base. Nearby a stone dragon with a weathered face watched them as they stepped through the ruins of a tribe that had long since departed from their world.
“I wonder what happened to them...” It was a question she would never find an answer for, but she loved to ponder and share and learn with Malon, who was always willing to engage her. Had she made this trek with her guard detail, she wouldn’t have had much time to admire the scenery--time was of the essence when she was traveling for duty. But with a friend she could move at a leisurely pace and truly take in the world the awaited her beyond the desert.
Although she wasn’t very fond of Faron’s humidity, she appreciated warm embrace of the forest after spending several days in the Zora Domain, where it was often too cold and rainy for her liking. She welcomed the lush forest floor speckled with blooms foreign to her homeland, and the thick canopy of leaves that obscured the daylight, throwing jagged shadows all around them. Most than anything, however, she enjoyed the frequent winds that blew through the trees; on them she could taste the faintest hint of salt-- that alone was enough to tell her that they are close to the ocean.
