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Musings of a Fire KeeseAhni. That is my name. I do not quite understand it, but it is. He gave it to me, said he wanted a way to better identify me from the other keese. I can tell myself from my brethren just fine, but perhaps he cannot see the differences, how my ears are not as long as my father's, that my wings have a wider span than many of the other keese.
Aside from that I have been kindest to him in comparison; we know each other as well as any Hylian has ever known a keese. Then again he is not exactly Hylian. Despite this he shares their fascination with having an identifying word for each other. I have never had a name, and never wanted one. I would have been just fine with him being the same, yet he was incredibly distressed when he could not remember his previous one.
It was me, in fact, that helped him with his new one. He had asked me for any name that would have suited him, anything at all. I thought of what the fairy intruder had said.
"Flare Dancer" She had said, telling her Hylian companio
TLoZRP: Expedition turned Raid(Flare) The summer heat was magnified in the desertish environment around Gerudo Valley. It felt. Wonderful. This was probably as hot as the main part of Hyrule could get, which Flare found both pathetic and, at the moment, comforting. Of course, the river rushing by WASN'T as comforting, but it was also far away and far enough below them that it didn't bother him that much. He looked up to check that the glowing, light blue fairy was still by his side, and smiled. It probably got hotter further into the desert. "You feeling alright?"
(Navi) The fairy's long hair draped around her shoulders and stuck to her tiny body. For the first few months living in the Fire Temple, this had caused her a lot of discomfort. But as time moved on, she grew accustomed to it and, sometimes, even looked forward to it. The heat in the Gerudo Desert barely fazed Navi. ... However, the significant dryness in the air was taking a toll on her. More so than the volcano she called home. For her lips,
TLoZRP-Water, Hookshots and......Nnnngh. Ugh, deja-vu. In front of me, there's water and a tower that stretches from the very bottom of the temple to the very top, and it's currently drained, though I can tell it's meant to be flooded by the fact that everything seems to be wet and puddles lay everywhere. I look around; I believe Ruto told me about a place like this... I cannot remember the name of the place right now, so instead, I examine my surroundings... and see a certain hydrophobe nearby. "Oh, g-great."
Having been laying on one of the few dry spots on the ground, Flare was abruptly woken by a drop of water falling right between her eyes, stinging and shocking her to consciousness. Sitting up in a panic, the first thing she noticed was the extreme clamminess of the air, cold and heavy with water, stifling her flames. "What... Where am I?" Talking to herself, her voice shook in the chilly air as she uneasily stood, not noticing Reddie behind her. Everything was cold and wet. The candle did n
Other WorldThere's a shadow of you
A colorful shadow all detailed and pretty
Stretched across this parallel world
This colorful world made with light
A fake world unlike the one we live in
This shadow is all I can see
All I can see of you now
It seems you're lost where
No one can find you,
We can all see what was left behind.
You're still in this world
But we can see where you were
In the Other World.
A parallel universe
Far vaster than this one,
It could stretch millions of times past
The space of this world,
If it were real.
A fantasy world where nothing is really real
Just stands in for reality
Like a projected ghost
To trick us.
It's here we can see you
And nowhere else
Lost in this physical world
But your shadow remains
In this false Other World.
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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