Three marks for training up.
You thought the Rito were supposed to be soft... softer than Gerudo, anyway. It seems Frita has been going easy on you in previous lessons, upon your declaration that you needed a bit of a cram session to help you get on top of things she set right to putting you through the ringer. By the time noon rolled around, you were sweating up a storm from the amount of magic you'd used up. But did Frita let you rest on your laurels? Only for half an hour for you to rest, drink some water and have a bite or two of a hydromelon. Then it was right back with your nose to the grindstone.
Twice you had been asked to move your activities due to the high concentration of wind magic you had been practicing, followed by what Frita demonstrated as a 'proper gust'. Goddess but the Rito are relentless! There were three furrows at least an arrows cast long to the east, west and south where Fritas' and your wind had blasted the landscape. You were also 'politely requested' to take such practice elsewhere outside of the town boundary if you intend to continue in the future.
Your mind is aching, your palms are windburned, and you can't seem to catch your breath. You feel amazing!
You bet with your new handle on wind magic you could send even a boulder flying! Why don't more people learn this stuff if its so useful?
"Most do not possess your ox headed tenacity," Frito snarks at you, making you realize you stated that last part out loud. "A fair few would have quit in the first hour, and even more would have been forced to admit defeat by the suns' high."
You admit you don't understand what she's getting at. It's not stupidity to admit you don't know something. If you never ask questions, how would one gain more information with which to learn?
"Most Gerudo have absolutely no affinity for wind magic. Blessed be, it's even rare among mine own tribe," she admitted in a flustered tone. "Its rare to find a single soul who can fling even the slightest ball of flames, the rhyme of magic has fallen since the days of yore."
'Fallen?' you find yourself asking. You had initially found delight in the bare strings of magic that your favorite customer brought to your fingertips, not giving a single thought to if your actions were anything of note.
"A century ago," Frito started, staring off at the slowly darkening sky as points of sparkling light glittered from on high. "Before the calamity... There were singers. Those that wove the delight of magic into every aspect of their lives. A Hylian could drift among the clouds with any Rito through the help of wind spirits, a Goron could glide among the waves as easily as any flotsam drifting peacefully. Your own champion Urbosa, from the tales she bore the fury of the naked storm in her very fingertips."
She sighed, a sad sound the petered out among the slowly chilling air.
"But those days have gone. I have only borne mine fruit through the efforts of mine mothers, and mine mothers mothers memories. Even then, our talents have wavered with the passing moons."
'But I can do so much already!' you claim defiantly. the words she's speaking are impassioned, but they don't add up in your mind.
She gives you a light smile, a sight you still aren't completely sure how the beaked Rito manage. "You are an eagle amongst the sparrows, a true talent that shines in the dark."
It doesn't make sense to you. How could such knowledge be lost? You've treasured every small bit of information you've gathered, like a miser hoarding green rupees to their chest. In these trying times, such knowledge was needed more than ever.
Frito startles you, plopping down a heavy haversack next to you. It has what appears to be thicker clothes than you're used to wearing, alongside what might be a sleeping sack covering several odds and ends. Metal mealware? Firestarters? Along with what appears to be...
"A feathered edge," Frita confirms, as you draw the impossibly light blade from its sheathe. It is an odd blade, a slight triangle of pointed metal that joins the handle in a grand elegant sweep. "I realize you Gerudo are used to much weightier weapons, but you can depend on such a blade as this with your life."
But... would Frita not need it?
"No, no," Frita denies, gesturing demurely with her feathered arms. "It is a spare holdout I carry, I can easily do without Until I return home. Most problems one such as I will face on the road are those that any Rito can safely take to wing and be away. Mine bow will guard mine feathers. It is surely the will of Medli. I hope this blade will guard thee well, even though it is not of Gerudo make."
It's true, you'd probably have a predisposition towards our own races craft but... This gift is just that. A gift. She didn't have to grant you this blade, but she did so regardless.
You clutch your new feather covered pillow to your chest, Frita letting out a squawk of distress at the sudden action, but slowly and surely she returns the gesture of affection.
As you stare off into the distance, you swear you could see a glimmer of starlight falling from the heavens.
Choice One- Possible Compainion
[]- Ask Frita to join you on your journey.
You are only one Gerudo, one blade against the oncoming horde, ever raised by the cursed red moons light.
[]- Don't ask her to join you.
She's just a common traveler, in the end. There's no guarantee she'll even say yes to begin with, and even then she might not be a good fit as a shield at your back.
Choice Two- Immediate/Future Action
[]- Follow The Falling Star
Who knows the whims of the great Goddesses, maybe this is a literal sign from on high?
[]- Turn In For The Night
You're tired. You've been throwing mana across the very sands, it would be wise to recover from your effort.
