01-25-2014, 12:10 PM
That same familiar feeling came over Ganondorf as he passed through the gateway into Camelot; it was a feeling almost like falling. As his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, the Gerudo once again marveled at this strange world. In Hyrule there was but one gate which would transfer one between worlds: the Temple of Time. In this Omniverse, it nearly seemed that there was a separate world for each person. Camelot was a stark contrast to what he had learned was called The Endless Dunes; much the same as how Hyrule and the Gerudo Desert had been. Rivers, trees, and grass were all around him, and a lightly beaten dirt path wound away from the gate itself. This was a land in which life flourished.
Shaking his head, Ganondorf heeled Mirage onward towards the nearest settlement. From behind him, a soft growl accompanied a hard fist in his side, the sudden movement startling the blonde woman seated behind him. Risking further ire from her, Ganondorf still could not help but chuckle softly in response to her irritation. It had taken quite a talk to get her to ride with him. However, the Gerudo was quite good at convincing people to do what he wished. In this case, he merely had to illustrate the importance of hurrying to their destination. The King stressed that he was to ride immediately and he would neither slow to allow her to walk or run beside him, nor would he wait for her to summon a conveyance of her own. After all, there were lives at stake. In the end, he had helped her up behind him and she had been in a sour mood the entire time. Still, it had been nice to have her seated behind him, when she seemed to momentarily forget to hate him and hold on gently.
As the two riders approached the small hamlet, Eighteen suddenly spoke up; the first she had since they had begun their ride.
“Ganondorf, listen. You notice anything?”
Without slowing or stopping, the Gerudo attempted to pick up on what Eighteen had heard, “The stream… the horse… But I assume that is not what you are referring to, Lady. Besides those two things, nothing. ”
“That must have hurt,” Eighteen replied, her voice betraying a slight level of amusement at him.
With a wordless, quizzical grunt, the Gerudo prompted Eighteen to elaborate, which she did, “Knowing that I’m better than you at something.”
Ganondorf growled softly, glancing back at Eighteen over his shoulder, “Lady, I am sure there are many things at which you are better than I. Cooking, for example. If that was all it too-“
“You misogy-!” Eighteen broke in, though couldn’t finish due to Ganondorf’s own raised voice cutting her off.
“Regardless, what are you referring to, Lady Eighteen?”
With a tone that said that they would continue this conversation later, Eighteen replied, “Nothing is right, ‘Lord’.”
She pointed past his shoulder to the town, the streets of which, Ganondorf saw, were empty.
“No children laughing, no people talking, not even any birds singing. You don’t see anything wrong with that?”
To that, Ganondorf didn’t reply. He simply pushed Mirage to a faster trot towards the village. While he was here to impress that hick Sheriff and his lackeys, he sure as hell wasn’t going to die for them. Though, the Gerudo thought in bemusement, if Omni is to be believed… that wouldn’t actually be the end of me. Of course, it probably wouldn’t feel too good either.
Shaking his head, Ganondorf heeled Mirage onward towards the nearest settlement. From behind him, a soft growl accompanied a hard fist in his side, the sudden movement startling the blonde woman seated behind him. Risking further ire from her, Ganondorf still could not help but chuckle softly in response to her irritation. It had taken quite a talk to get her to ride with him. However, the Gerudo was quite good at convincing people to do what he wished. In this case, he merely had to illustrate the importance of hurrying to their destination. The King stressed that he was to ride immediately and he would neither slow to allow her to walk or run beside him, nor would he wait for her to summon a conveyance of her own. After all, there were lives at stake. In the end, he had helped her up behind him and she had been in a sour mood the entire time. Still, it had been nice to have her seated behind him, when she seemed to momentarily forget to hate him and hold on gently.
As the two riders approached the small hamlet, Eighteen suddenly spoke up; the first she had since they had begun their ride.
“Ganondorf, listen. You notice anything?”
Without slowing or stopping, the Gerudo attempted to pick up on what Eighteen had heard, “The stream… the horse… But I assume that is not what you are referring to, Lady. Besides those two things, nothing. ”
“That must have hurt,” Eighteen replied, her voice betraying a slight level of amusement at him.
With a wordless, quizzical grunt, the Gerudo prompted Eighteen to elaborate, which she did, “Knowing that I’m better than you at something.”
Ganondorf growled softly, glancing back at Eighteen over his shoulder, “Lady, I am sure there are many things at which you are better than I. Cooking, for example. If that was all it too-“
“You misogy-!” Eighteen broke in, though couldn’t finish due to Ganondorf’s own raised voice cutting her off.
“Regardless, what are you referring to, Lady Eighteen?”
With a tone that said that they would continue this conversation later, Eighteen replied, “Nothing is right, ‘Lord’.”
She pointed past his shoulder to the town, the streets of which, Ganondorf saw, were empty.
“No children laughing, no people talking, not even any birds singing. You don’t see anything wrong with that?”
To that, Ganondorf didn’t reply. He simply pushed Mirage to a faster trot towards the village. While he was here to impress that hick Sheriff and his lackeys, he sure as hell wasn’t going to die for them. Though, the Gerudo thought in bemusement, if Omni is to be believed… that wouldn’t actually be the end of me. Of course, it probably wouldn’t feel too good either.