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Mun:

Voilà! Sorry for the wait!

I was so happy when I finish her face and chest but under that part, it was horrible (I can't draw abs and it was too long... T-T;;;) so, I prefer to cut it and show the beautiful waist of the Gerudo Champion. (sorry again if I failed... first time i draw her)

@eradition

Dedede already planned a day trip to the beach areas of Aqua Star. Ever since it was cleared from the monsters, it soon became a relaxing resort. Autumn was falling already, but that never stopped Aqua Star from changing its seasons. Let’s just say it had a permanent summer there, just like Shiver Star was still stuck in winter due to its heavy snowy climate.

Why exactly? Don’t question it.

A shimmering glistening light of aquamarine formed in the ‘chosen’ destination, where stepping out of it was a young man clothed in red. Upon him was a nice robe with the colour of a fresh strawberry, a golden crown perched on top of his navy wavy locks and a pair of shades that was brought along with him. At first, he had an excited grin plastered on his young-looking face, but that slowly changed to one of pure confusion. As a result, he lifted his sunglasses and squinted his eyes. “Whut tha heck…?” Sand yes, but where was the ocean?! The sandcastles? The people? The rent-a-surfboard store?!

“This ain’t… Aqua Star. Did they just drain tha water an’ made it a deser-uuuuhhh…” Interrupting his puzzled questions, the King paused in his speech, where his eyes began to slowly drop. “Nngh, huh?” It was ever so suddenly where a wave of pure disorientation flooded into his head, throwing him off-guard.

this was not the first praise offered up by the green gem to the machine around her, as Malachite wandered its interior. the local humans called it Vah Naboris, a guardian, a divine beast meant to protect their lands.

of course, once Malachite had won this information from the humans, she had to investigate the so-called divine beast.

Machinery was not a her specialty…but curiosities, Malachite couldnt resist. a fact that lead to this moment, where she crouched on a platform clinging to the outside of the great machine, admiring both the view and the structure. She had carefully made her way through what felt like a good portion of this Vah Naboris, though the gem knew there had to be more to discover…it was a machine, piloted yes?

how was it controlled? where did its life and energy reside, in order to function? what made the divine beast feel so… Alive?

It was a relativly warm afternoon at the gerudo canyon stable. It was not unbearable like the actual desert, but was still pretty warm. At the stable, under a tree, sat a child with pure white hair and blood red eyes that were cat-like in shape. Her hair was soft and pulled up into a messy ponytail that spiked out in different directions with two longer bangs that went to about her chin length and tied in silver ribbon. She sat there, resting for a moment in the shade from her travels. Although she had been doing this for years now, it still wore her out. This girl, looking about eight years old but was actually ten years old, was a traveling merchant. She started doing this around the age of seven to earn her own rupees for personal reasons.

This youngster wore a midday sky blue t shirt with a silver waning crescent moon symbol the front of it. Those same symbols were on her forehead, torso, back, tops and bottoms of her feet, and backs and palms of her hands. Her right arm and feet were bandaged up, her right arm from finger tip to shoulder blade and her feet from toe tip to a bit above her ankles. She also wore a pair of blue jean shorts that went slightly below her knees and a long silver ninja scarf that dragged on the ground behind her when she walked.

To the child’s right was a large silver knapsack, which was filled to the brim with goods for her to sell in Gerudo town today. She had gotten a few requests and was determined to get those items to the people that requested them and she worked extra hard to get the items and maybe a bit extra. The girl was proud of her work, especially when she found a shimmering diamond which she instantly knew would ear her a ton of rupess.

The child relaxed, eating an apple or five only to hear a groggy voice call to her.

“Oi, brat.” A man walked up, holding an empty glasd bottle. “Godd annn fud fer mi?” He asked. The girl shook her head only to have the man growl and point to the large bag. “Ya godda haff fud tuh shurr! Look et tha ba–blrgg– bag. Ya brat, gimme sum fud!” The man, obviously drunk, swiftly went into a rage and attacked the girl without hesitation, hitting her and throwing her around like a rag doll so he could grab her bag and run off. But the girl was not going to let that happen.

“Give it back!” She called, lunging at the wobbling man and snatching her bag from his hands and booking it for the town. Her head was bleeding from a meeting with the glass bottle with glass shards of varying sizes in plain sight for all to see, her right eye was bruised, her limbs and were clearly cut up, and her shoulders and parts of her neck had bite marks which were barely visible due to the clothing. The girl ran as fast as she could, not looking back and gripping her bag tightly, only to trip near the Kara Kara Bazaar l, which was where she did some trading as well before heading to town. She looked up, her vision blurry, only to pass out seconds later.

There was little to be done, when faced with an actual Gerudo. But , there was little to be done about everything. 

💓- A memory about their friends

They exchanged stories around the table, familiar with one another and confident. Urbosa spoke of her triumphs as the Gerudo Chief, while Revali insisted that sand storms were nothing to the wings of any self-respecting Rito. Daruk’s laugh barreled and rolled, temporarily muddling the other voices in the room before they all came back into focus. Mipha, as usual, was the one least to talk. She smiled and offered anecdotes, sweet words from the wisdom of her people, but was goaded into admitting that she was deadly with her spear.

His hands did not talk with them-- only half of them could really understand his words, and he had always preferred to be quiet in a crowd-- but instead they stirred a pot, broth thickened with flour, stewing cuckoo thighs, carrots, and amaranth greens in a pot. He lifted the spoon to taste and reached for the pepper mill to add a touch of something more.

“Link, what about you?” Daruk spoke, and yes, his voice came as loudly as he laughed. “Little guy like you must have done something exciting to be a knight already!”

“Oh hush, let the boy finish dinner before he gets ashamed of himself,” Revali spoke next, and despite how strange a Rito’s voice sounded to him, Link could hear the inherent mocking.

Still, he began to spoon out bowls for them all, offering to Mipha first before the others.

“Do you want me to tell one for you, Link?” Mipha offered, since she knew him the best and could remember a few reckless adventures in Zora’s Domain.

He shook his head and shrugged before gesturing to everyone’s bowls, bidding them to taste.

Urbosa ate first, and she grinned wickedly at him, a very dull beam of pride in her eyes. Not the kind of maternal looks she had for Zelda, but something similar, though she had only known Link a matter of days. “I think this is his claim to fame,” she said in a light hearted joke. “Knight or not, the Chosen Hero can cook.”

Link stared at the fire. It had no pot, it had no table. It was barely sheltered from the rain. A hand-caught trout skewered on a stick, slowly trying to cook itself through skin and scales and bones.

          The Beast was spectacular, full of technology Sheik knew not much of. His Impa did not tell him too much before she had to go take care of matters in Kakariko and keep up appearances. There was not time to learn of what the people knew. The Shadow Temple gave him some information, yet nothing like this.

          By the time he was able to follow the gateway to the mouth of the camel Sheik hesitated “Have you seen this, Nabooru...?” came a whispered voice as he glided closer to the inside of the Beast, looking for the pilot. She did not blend in, and Sheik could easily feel her energy. This was far more breath-taking than he thought it could be.