Two days from now. That was the promised window of time explained was needed for them to get all the preparations together. Instances where her people wouldn’t be in strict need of her guidance alongside Buliara’s along the his scheduled adventuring brought to a low point. The ability of his sword arm, strength and grit had been requested far and wide upon Hyrule’s goddess graced lands.
It was working wonders in instilling a sense of purpose even after toppling over one of the greatest foes he ever had to face.
Link’s travels drew him to the harsh expanse of Gerudo’s desert through a device instilled with technology eras beyond their time. It’s within the depths of the night that he arrives, materializing back into Hylian form as the stomach turning transport of the Shiekah slate lands him down. Well-adjusted to this method of transport, his eyes were quick to adjust, quick scanning the surroundings of vigilant city of the Gerudo. To their indomitable grit, even now, guards were busily keeping the parameter scanned for any suspicious activity. Voe especially being at the top of the list for getting handled appropriately.
As a pressured sigh is breathed through his nose, the knight already knew what time was for. Selecting the preferred outfit from the slate, Link knew that keeping on the Champion’s tunic from here on out would be nothing short of foolishness. This called for a different touch.
Passing through security, resisting the unholy urge to check their vibrant shops that managed to stay available even at this hour, this mysterious Vai was taking part mingling within their territory. Skipping past the shop that brandished a fine selection of salted cutlets and meats, it was nearby the training yard that the blond ventured, steering back towards a familiar woman made waterfall before scaling up few stuck out ledges his formidable grip could settle upon, making it an easy enough venture for the adventurer to gain the high ground. From here on out, it was a matter of carefully inspecting the guard’s predetermined routes, the hawk like eyes of that lead soldier and to scale up to the royal chambers.
It’s upon one of it’s sun baked rooftops that he’d wait. The last thing he wants to do is stir up her sense of alarm, so a special system they set up would be perfect for the task. At this very spot (which he frequented now out of habit for these late night escapades) there was a plank of wood left at this select spot he perchs at. Glancing downward while waiting for her to appear, his knuckles would swiftly rapt upon the wood, making a precise number of knocks in the form of a code.
Her ride was finally here for another big adventure.
