𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐞.
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬. ⚡️
⚡️ 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐇 ⚡️
He exhales, stepping out of the puddle of rainwater that spontaneously formed underfoot due to his oracular curse.
She smiles softly, a hand going on her hip. her secret stone pulses a gentle hue of dark orange, it closely resembled tiger's eye.
"I also ran the Central Mine Down Below, before I took a nap that is."
He is . . . Unbothered by her eyes. After all, as an oracle, he's surprised his own eyes still work at all.
"I . . . I am Mahuizoh. Oracle of Tempest, Sage of Storms. Who might you be ?"
He exhales, stepping out of the puddle of rainwater that spontaneously formed underfoot due to his oracular curse.
He is . . . Unbothered by her eyes. After all, as an oracle, he's surprised his own eyes still work at all.
"I . . . I am Mahuizoh. Oracle of Tempest, Sage of Storms. Who might you be ?"
"yes, another one. I'm sure there are many more in hiding and recovery in and around hyrule."
And then he realizes.
"Ah. Another . . . Zonai ?"
He is . . . Unbothered by her eyes. After all, as an oracle, he's surprised his own eyes still work at all.
"I . . . I am Mahuizoh. Oracle of Tempest, Sage of Storms. Who might you be ?"
And then he realizes.
"Ah. Another . . . Zonai ?"
"!!!!"
And then he realizes.
"Ah. Another . . . Zonai ?"
He's practically bouncing!"
He can't help but be formal.
"Rise, Sage Mahuizoh. No need to be so formal."
A thought.
"Have you yet to meet Farosh?"
A polite bow to his superior and elder.
He can't help but be formal.
A polite bow to his superior and elder.
A polite bow to his superior and elder.
"Hmhm . . . mhhhm.~"
"Hmhm . . . mhhhm.~"
Sipping mead
"Mm. Haven't had shock fruit in ages . . . Thank you, Farosh."
A small, sheepish smile, before Mahuizoh's face settles back into that stoic mask.
"Mm. Haven't had shock fruit in ages . . . Thank you, Farosh."
A small, sheepish smile, before Mahuizoh's face settles back into that stoic mask.
"Here ya go!"
And he took a bit of one he had.
"Mm. Haven't had shock fruit in ages . . . Thank you, Farosh."
A small, sheepish smile, before Mahuizoh's face settles back into that stoic mask.
"Y-Yes. Please."
Grin.
"Oh! Want some Shock Fruit?"
"Ah ! Shoot, I'm . . . I'm. Mahuizoh. Oracle of the Tempest, it's a pleasure to meet you, patron spirit of storms !"
The zonai bows his head low, a once distant and brooding expression giving way to a bashful one.
"Y-Yes. Please."
"Ah ! Shoot, I'm . . . I'm. Mahuizoh. Oracle of the Tempest, it's a pleasure to meet you, patron spirit of storms !"
The zonai bows his head low, a once distant and brooding expression giving way to a bashful one.
He said, rubbing the back of his head.
Ears twitching softly, smiling at the other Zonai.
" . . . Are you a storm sage too ?"
"Ah ! Shoot, I'm . . . I'm. Mahuizoh. Oracle of the Tempest, it's a pleasure to meet you, patron spirit of storms !"
The zonai bows his head low, a once distant and brooding expression giving way to a bashful one.