"I’ll look up Triforce next,” the devil replied duly, but she was still looking up Hyrule; nothing, of course. A dispensary in Illinois, but Cia didn’t seem like the type to indulge in the humble bud. Designer drugs or acting like absinthe was tasty and refined and not much like licorice-and-wood-juice at all.
"Magic's complicated. It’s not… generally considered real.” Only search for Triforce brought up some sort of architectural standard for wood that Riley lacked the know how to penetrate. That said, Google wouldn’t necessarily reach into occult knowledge; given how Cia had brought it up in the same breath as magic, presumably it was… some philosopher’s stone-alike? An unattainable Big Good Tchotchke that weenies deep in the occult lusted after?
Had to make a judgment call. Sheikah Slate wasn’t going to get any relevant results either. "Yeah. It's also complicated. Listen, when did you get here? Like, did you just roll in?" Riley was feeling it; the weary sensation that she'd once again have to play Weirdo Minder. "I can't just leave you to wander off knowin' nothin'."
"That's a good question... unfortunately I don't have a good answer. It hasn't been too long, but I can't remember how or why. I just woke up in this strange new world, and tried to make the most of it with my attempt at humor. Then you tell me that magic isn't real anymore... or rather, that people don't generally believe in it.
It just boggles my mind, because where I come from, we use magic crystals as currency. Even the lowest of the low-class knows a little magic. Did that device really not find anything about the Triforce? It was the MacGuffin for centuries, every documented culture tried to harness its power. Maybe they call it something different now, like the mitsuuroko or the Prime Energy? or wait, they don't believe in magic.
Even if no one truly believes, there should be ancient legends about a wish granting object of infinite power... something big must have happened."
