Link's companion dismounted neatly, sliding first into his arms and then to the ground. A light blush stole onto his cheeks: although this was a brief enough touch, being this close to the princess was still something of a novelty to him. His trip with her had been a breath of fresh air in many ways. The first time traveling with a companion, in such close contact, so open, in a long long time. It was a wonderful feeling but it was also a dismaying one; after all, how tempting would the lonely road be after such constant and pleasant companionship?
Link chose not to think about it. He usually avoided considering anything but the present: that was, after all, the role of an adventurer.
"Something about the way they're made," he answered Peach as they walked towards the press of people in the central roads. "Legends say the Goddesses made them this way for one reason or another, but opinions on why vary." He smiled back at her as she freely gave the strange, dark-skinned race a compliment, and he nodded in agreement. "They're well-known for being not just beautiful, but alluring. Visitors here get a great deal of attention from the locals since so many Gerudo are on the prowl for a mate." Link gave her a look and a wink: "so be careful if you catch someone's eye."
They entered the press of people and immediately found themselves nudged, jostled, bumped and pushed. The crowding wasn't so bad except in the center of these streets, so it wasn't impossible to wade through the press--just difficult. The experience was always uncomfortable but at least offered opportunities to people-watch. Here, a rare Gerudo man strode through the crowd with a basket in his arm, strange aromas coming from underneath folded cloth. There, a duo of identical-looking young girls darted under elbows and between legs, chasing something that couldn't quite be seen. Over there, a woman dressed in soldier's garb stood a head above the rest, perched on a block of sandstone as she examined the crowd and made tallies on a piece of parchment.
Link was so focused on making his way through the crowd that he didn't notice he'd lost his companion until she'd utterly faded from view. Panic seized him and he pushed back through, earning himself more than one angry comment. Luckily, he found her without too much effort just a few steps back. Link clasped her hand and pulled him close to her, forcing himself past the blush that dogged him once more. "Let's go together," he told her, and forged back into the crowd.
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Link chose not to think about it. He usually avoided considering anything but the present: that was, after all, the role of an adventurer.
"Something about the way they're made," he answered Peach as they walked towards the press of people in the central roads. "Legends say the Goddesses made them this way for one reason or another, but opinions on why vary." He smiled back at her as she freely gave the strange, dark-skinned race a compliment, and he nodded in agreement. "They're well-known for being not just beautiful, but alluring. Visitors here get a great deal of attention from the locals since so many Gerudo are on the prowl for a mate." Link gave her a look and a wink: "so be careful if you catch someone's eye."
They entered the press of people and immediately found themselves nudged, jostled, bumped and pushed. The crowding wasn't so bad except in the center of these streets, so it wasn't impossible to wade through the press--just difficult. The experience was always uncomfortable but at least offered opportunities to people-watch. Here, a rare Gerudo man strode through the crowd with a basket in his arm, strange aromas coming from underneath folded cloth. There, a duo of identical-looking young girls darted under elbows and between legs, chasing something that couldn't quite be seen. Over there, a woman dressed in soldier's garb stood a head above the rest, perched on a block of sandstone as she examined the crowd and made tallies on a piece of parchment.
Link was so focused on making his way through the crowd that he didn't notice he'd lost his companion until she'd utterly faded from view. Panic seized him and he pushed back through, earning himself more than one angry comment. Luckily, he found her without too much effort just a few steps back. Link clasped her hand and pulled him close to her, forcing himself past the blush that dogged him once more. "Let's go together," he told her, and forged back into the crowd.