Title: Sore throat remedy. Requestee: Lute.
Desc: The Crystal isn’t only known for the hearty meals and good ale it can provide travelers and villagers alike. I’m quite skilled at brewing home-made remedies, too. Please gather some ribbonfloss grass and lilium gelatin for me. It will come in handy when you have a sore throat—and it tastes quite good to boot.
You can find both ingredients near the docks. Lilium gelatin can be found near the water, and ribbonfloss grass grows where it’s dry.
The sun dancing on the ocean is a welcome sight no matter what, though you must admit you preferred the warm sandy beaches of southern Hyrule. You’ve gathered a good tangle of the grass, which you’d seen around before, so now it’s time to search the waters for the... jelly stuff.
You should have anticipated by the name how weird it feels to pick up with your bare hands. Less solid than chuchu jelly, and uncomfortably cold in the frigid air. Fortunately, you were given a waterproof container to carry it in. Sharp eyes fixed on the ground, you traverse the shoreline, gathering all the gelatin you can find.
A flicker of movement in the shallows catches your attention, and you are surprised to see the large shape of a fish. Beyond it, beneath the murky waves, you can make out more of them.
If you were to wade out to them, they would surely get away first. But, maybe...
Your plans don’t need to be considered beyond the word ‘maybe’. You’ve already set down your gathered resources and shed your outer layer of clothing, dashing barefoot for the nearest dock. Your steps are light on the weathered wood, careful to disturb the water as little as possible as you stalk your way to the end. Are there always this many fish at the docks? In the depths below, a whole school flits about, and you can’t believe you’ve been trading for your fish this whole time.
With all the fishing boats out at sea and seemingly no one around to stop you, you take a graceful dive, slipping into the water with hardly a splash.
And then immediately start splashing. The cold grips your chest like a vise, and you gasp for air, choking on briny seawater. The fish slip as easily from your mind as from your reach as you flail for something to hold onto.
@thefalsechild
