#entry four

Many projects are to begin throughout Hyrule and for some I'm finding it difficult to not be selfish in my feelings towards. It's predicted it will take many years for some and I can at the very least be thankful for that as... they are planning to remove the Divine Beasts from their posts. Zelda and many others wish to move on from the events of the Calamity and I do as well but this is the change I find the hardest to accept. It is said that they along with the Champion's who piloted them have completed their duties and are worthy of a final rest. Selfishly I'm not ready to say goodbye. I cannot imagine a future where I am not seeing her upon her perch even far in the distance.

Aside from the decision to put them to rest I believe this also has do with Vah Ruta and her unpredicted halt. Without you and the other champion's around I believe people are fearful of how they may react next. Vah Medoh from what I understand seems to be the biggest worry as she perches above your home. I wish there was more I could do as I would like to believe this is a decision you would not agree to.

As you teased me for not being able to access her before once upon a time I've only had the privilege of seeing her once. I cannot imagine all the memories you hold of her and the time you spent together. She must have heard much of your mumbling stewing thoughts and stubborn woes. I wish I could have known more... your favorite places, where you enjoyed to practice most and what the sunsets and sunrises must have been like. It was a shame we could never experience one together.

I still have many years in which I can visit her before this project will start and I shall. Hoping to hear you in the breeze as it pass through her walls, seeing you around the corners and imagining what your time was like upon her. You will not be the only one to hold fond memories of her, I promise you this. Zelda is also wishing to build a school here in Hateno Village, another project that will take time, the history of the Calamity will not grow forgotten. People will remember your name and I hope that you can rest knowing that. Your worst fear of being forgotten will never live as long as I stand in this kingdom. The Rito, the Gerudo, the Zora, the Gorons and the Hylians will all know your abilities and sacrifice. One that I wish every day you did not have to make...

If you were still here

If I was not still here

today was a great day! i fought the captain, dustman, the frenchman, and some other folks i haven’t written of yet - they will be called celeste (she/her) and lion (he/him). i fought single rapier, case, dagger, longsword, and buckler today.

if you’re interested in hearing of my fun with such blades and persons, read on!

Jordan sat on the queen sized bed which made the otherwise sizeable bedroom feel cramped. In front of her, a young Keeper woman paced around nervously, intermittently pausing, checking her reflection on the mirror in the nightstand and reapplying lipstick out touch up her hair.

"Sami, what are ye putterin' around fer, dearie? They'll show up when they damn well please. Probably an attendant of theirs sprained an ankle carryin' the luggage. "

The young woman let out a frustrated groan. "Ugh! Moooom, this is what I was talking about on the airship over! Like, you can't be like that and stuff! Larson's parents are like, suuuuper sensitive."

Jordan nodded, "Aye, n' what're they gonna do, unelope ye? Yer married, honey n' that whelp of a boy ye picked is a grown man. Technically, any'ow."

"See, like you have to lay off talking like that. Larson is nice and knows you're only teasing, but like... his parents are like really really Ishgardian n' junk."

"What, are they the 'eads of one of the 'igh Houses with Halone's sword up their arses?"

Sami pouted. She stopped and looked at her mother, before grabbing an eyeshadow palette and brush from her vanity kneeled in front of Jordan. "Here, let me put a little color on your eyes. You always, like, look good with a little green on there. Like, Emeline always said it worked well with your complexion and junk."

Jordan sighed and closed her eyes, letting the brush go over her eyelids. "Aye, aye... whatever makes ye less of a wreck, dearie."

Sami then stood and said, "They're not like that Ishgardian. If they were nobles n junk, Larson would like have never left home. They just act like they are cause they're like merchants and stuff."

Jordan opened her eyes and smirked as she remarked, "Ah, then they can drop off their fur coats and be right at 'ome here in Ul'dah with the other vipers."

Sami threw down the makeup on her vanity and exclaimed, "Mom! Don't say that! Ul'dah's a nice city as long as, like, you know what you're doing. I'll take you and Larson to this nice café I found out about last week."

"Ye can't ply me with sweets n' coffee," Jordan replied. "I'll speak me mind n' nothing'll-"

Sami interrupted, "I'll introduce you to the owner is this totally sweet Midlander lady who I heard, like, divorced her wife two years ago..."

Jordan paused "... fine. I'll keep me opinions ta meself. No sense in stirring the shitpot fer ye two... Ye really like the boy, eh?"

Sami nodded.

"Well, that's good enough fer me, though I don't get what ye see in the little stickbug."

"He very nice, and smart, and kind, and hardworking and... like lots of other stuff. Like he owns too many books and I have to like push him to eat something other than like sugary milky tea for breakfast but like otherwise I really love him, mom."

Jordan looked up at Sami and sighed, "I figured ye were gonna sow yer oats another 10 cycles and I wouldn't 'ave ta deal with this in-law business until ye were almost 30. Yer doin' better n' me at somethin', any'ow." She stood from the bed and embraced her daughter.

"Don't mind what them lot think of ye, ye 'ear me, Sami? The lad's keen on ye, that much is obvious. That's enough."  

Sami was about to respond when she heard a noise at the front door.

"Oh my gods, that's them. Okay, how do I look?" Sami panic glanced at the mirror again.

"Yer fine, dearie. Ye look lovely as always."

Sami smiled, and dabbed the corner of her eye. "Thanks, mom." She said, "Like, okay. Let's head out and like, remember what I asked. Just be polite n' junk, okay?"

Jordan nodded as Sami opened the door and they walked into the living room where the Sondraix family stood. Jordan couldn’t help herself. It was automatic.

their pfp is an image of bread with like ? cut up cheese of butter ? my fucking god the more i dig into this the less it makes sense 😭😭 maybe this isn’t an arg or maybe it is and it’s just way too complicated for me …

anyways their banner is just sonic memes. they have like a lot of fandom stuff sprinkled everywhere and i definitely recognize a good amount but there’s definitely stuff i must be missing just because i don’t know about what it’s referencing

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ᴱⁿᵗʳʸ ᶠᵒᵘʳ

ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ... ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ.

ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʳⁱˢᵏ ⁱᵗ.

ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵍᵒ ᵃ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʷᵃʸ.

ᴮᵉ ˢᵃᶠᵉ,

12/11/20

Hey there fourth entry!

So today was a busy day,,,

Went to my aunt’s condo and did.... nothing??? Sorta. After the condo, we went to the mall and bought stuff haha. Thats it. But thats not what im here to talk about.

So apparently one of my friends had some issues with school and shit and thia has not been her month. Did i comfort her in anyway? No? Have I technically ignored that? Yeah,,, did they technically ignore me? Probably....

I wake up half-leaning against the side of a wall. I try to sit up, but my arms won’t move. It looks like they’re wrapped in corn husks?

Then, like waking up from the world’s crummiest dream, I remember.

Fantastic.

I try to shake my legs, but they’re also covered in husks.

Panic flares and I wonder if I have permanent nerve damage. I take slow breaths in and out.

Focus on my surroundings.

How long was I out?

I skip over that thought as soon as it comes, but another two rush to take its place.

Where are the corn people? What do they want with me?

Before I can skip over those thoughts too, the front of the barn rattles. Part of me needs to know what it is, but a larger part is terrified.

I close my eyes and pretend I’m still asleep.

I listen closely as soft footfalls get closer. I try to make my face seem as peaceful as possible.

“Quinn?”

I open my eyes.

“Robyn? What are you doing here? What is this?”

She hushes me and looks back over toward the doors. “If they hear you’re awake they’ll come back.” She’s got mud everywhere. There’s twigs in her hair, and she’s got an axe. I’ve never been happier to see her. She bends down, but then stops and becomes serious, “You didn’t eat the corn, did you?”

“No. Why?”

She sighs with relief. “It has some sort of hive-mind, that deteriorates you from the inside out. I’m actually studying it right now, it’s very interesting. It may even have the capability to change your DNA.”

“Are you telling me I could have become a corn person?”

“Maybe. We can talk about that later. Right now, I need to get these things off of you.” She carefully pulls one off my arm. It’s like she’s ripping off bandaids excruciatingly slow. She puts them into a plastic ziplock. “It looks like they learned their lesson. When they put me in here they only did my legs.”

She carefully pulls off another. “You’re probably wondering what’s going on…”

“Yeah you could say that.” I shake my working arm.

“My investigation into canola radiation was just the tip of the iceberg. I thought it was weird, so I traced where they get their soil from to here. I have to run some more tests, but so far the existence of these corn things is disproving almost everything we know about plant based life forms.”

“Dad’s been worried sick about you, you know?” She looks briefly guilty. “Let’s get out of here. We can talk on the road.”

“I can’t leave, I need more samples. The data I’m collecting could change the way we think about life.”

“Yeah, that sounds great, except for the part where you sound legitimately insane.”

“I’ll help you get to your car, but then I’m staying here.”

“You’re throwing your life away to live with sentient corn?” She looks unfazed. I know what I have to do, and I regret knowing that she’s a sucker for speeches.

“Come on, don’t you wonder what else is out there. If this is real what else could be? Come home, talk to dad. Then, you can hang out with all the plants you want.”

She looks pensive so I add,“What are you even living off of out here anyways?”

This seems to strike a chord. “Trail-mix. But what if someone else gets stuck here like you?”