Across Town- It's strange being in a new place like this, stripped of his finery and his magical implements, but it certainly isn't the first time. He's foregone the trappings of royalty for the hide-and-bone garb of the various Blinfolk that live outside of the capitol, and really, simple clothing isn't any less comfortable. He does, however, miss the air of grandeur that such finery would otherwise grant him. Every little bit helps when you're a stranger in an unknown land.
The mention of a local curse intensifying catches his attention as he reads the paper. Could there be an incarnated demon living in the area, causing strife through no fault of their own? Or perhaps it's more like a Hylian sort of curse, an old spell on a tomb run amok. He resolves to learn more about it when he can.
For now, he starts making his way across town square to the inn, a nearly eight-foot tall figure with flowing red hair and strikingly yellow eyes. Probably not nearly the strangest sight around here, but he does stand out in his own way.
Festival Green- Have the locals ever heard of Sand Seals? While he's trying to settle in and make a name for himself, he figures he might as well use his skills with a needle and thread to that end. Every Gerudo is expected to learn how to sew, the King being no exception, and though he grew up outside of the chief's watchful view, he had practiced the skill anyway, under the thoughtful tutelage of the most masterful tailor Blin at the palace. Surely, he could try to make at least one or two seal plushies; perhaps he could even try to make one look like his dear Daphne.
Hot Springs (cw: nudity)- Now this! This reminds him of home. It's not quite the same as Ukiuta, with its snowy surroundings and the occasional company of one of the local Yiga, but a hot spring is a hot spring, and he's in perpetual need of a place to unwind. He carefully folds his clothes and puts them to the side, before sliding into the warm waters and letting his worries melt away.
Sarif Draguhar || Legend of Zelda (OC Ganon) || Nimbus
The mention of a local curse intensifying catches his attention as he reads the paper. Could there be an incarnated demon living in the area, causing strife through no fault of their own? Or perhaps it's more like a Hylian sort of curse, an old spell on a tomb run amok. He resolves to learn more about it when he can.
For now, he starts making his way across town square to the inn, a nearly eight-foot tall figure with flowing red hair and strikingly yellow eyes. Probably not nearly the strangest sight around here, but he does stand out in his own way.
Festival Green- Have the locals ever heard of Sand Seals? While he's trying to settle in and make a name for himself, he figures he might as well use his skills with a needle and thread to that end. Every Gerudo is expected to learn how to sew, the King being no exception, and though he grew up outside of the chief's watchful view, he had practiced the skill anyway, under the thoughtful tutelage of the most masterful tailor Blin at the palace. Surely, he could try to make at least one or two seal plushies; perhaps he could even try to make one look like his dear Daphne.
Hot Springs (cw: nudity)- Now this! This reminds him of home. It's not quite the same as Ukiuta, with its snowy surroundings and the occasional company of one of the local Yiga, but a hot spring is a hot spring, and he's in perpetual need of a place to unwind. He carefully folds his clothes and puts them to the side, before sliding into the warm waters and letting his worries melt away.
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