#shadesent

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         ❛ What’re you snorting at, mushroom boy ?! ❜

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          Unlike the rest of Hyrule... One thing desert did not have, was mud. Terrible, annoying, unnecessary, mud.

          It made footing unnatural, slip prone. It left tracks.

          Terrible. On all fronts. Celki hated it.

          Especially when tailing someone required one to have both QUIET, sly footing, and not leaving a trace left behind.

         Having to fall behind was inevitable, just to scrape the mud off the bottom of his feet. Awkwardly shuffling them in a thick spot of grass until traction built up again, and light footing up a tree didn’t come with slips or falters.

          A few moments pass where the Yiga is... distracted. Tormenting a small lizard found on the rough bark of a tree enough to amuse himself. Maybe a bit longer than a few moments, as when glancing down the way his target was wandering only empty, grassy scenery was before him.

          Not how things were supposed to go.

          It takes a while more than he’d thought, to sneak back up on the Sheikah. The veil of tree shade enjoyed simultaneously, while the other seems to be setting up a spot to rest. One foot quietly placed after the other, Celki finds a nice spot up one of the oak trees near by. Visible, stark red, a terrible splotch amidst the lush green leaves, but only if looked directly up at.

          And from the thick winding branch overhead, arms crossed behind his head leisurely, his mask muffled voice drifts down. ❛ You know, it’s dangerous to be out this far all alone. ❜

[dragmiire]

THERE IS A WORLD BEYOND HERE FOR YOU. // @shadesent

ganondorf dared not step foot within the borders of the kakariko village.

while knowing that the great impa remained alive, even after his hundred year sleep, he dared not test the waters of her potential recognition of the ancient king thought to have died long ago in the depths of hyrule castle. face changed, voice altered, the appearance of a gerudo man nevertheless would likely be a trigger for her. only so many were born, only so many were known to hyrule’s history.

and all of them bore a singular name and title.

yet, the man who sat upon the outcropping hills shielding kakariko from the world beyond was not weighed down by such, or as was claimed to the freshly awakened hero he had deigned to guide. he was dinmaire, a self-designated guardian who had long awaited the hero’s rise from his slumber to guide his passage through the changed and tortured hyrule, to lead him to victory.

but there were even some places he would never go, not even for hyrule’s wild hero.

it was a good thing that entertainment came easily, and in all forms.

‘ the tradition of my people is to travel. i cannot begin to fathom what it is like to suffer the opposite, to be shackled to a land i am sure you have memorized. ‘

young, impressionable, malleable. ‘dinmaire’ cracked a sardonic smile in the young sheikah’s direction, watching the shifting of his expression as he considered the words he seemed so apt to shrug off. act as he may, pretend as he might, that it all slipped off like water off of a duck’s back, he knew that it stuck.

it was difficult to ignore anything that bore a kernel of truth. 

‘ there lays wisdom outside these great mountains that your people leave untapped. whilst i understand the urge to guard, to protect, there are already many who have taken up that mantle. it is not as if you cannot return. ‘

shifting where he sat, calloused palms pressing firm to the soft grass, ganondorf lifted himself to his feet in a movement far too fluid for a man seemingly as aged as he was, agile in his turn to face away from the village, to beyond its guarded gate.

‘ my people, we travel so we may learn, gather the knowledge of others and deliver it back to our home. to sit and remain idle is to rot, and waste the potential that remains locked beyond your means. ‘

with a glance downward, he smirked.

‘ i speak only of what i know. a decision with such weight must come from your own heart, however. ‘