Land-of-Hyrule

With the morning sun slowly starting to make its way to the center of the sky, Dryst couldn’t help but feel more rushed than ever. He could have been nearly done with the first leg of this little trip had Kalla not volunteered herself to be his babysitter. All because of what happened to Alden last time he had the Kokiri Sword. It was frustrating to tote her around given the girl’s attention span in the market, not to mention her sassiness and questions. She had no patience and little focus on just moving along. All he wanted to do right now was just get a few flowers. That project alone was enough to rile up the girl into declaring herself in charge of picking them. She didn’t care what they were for. Kalla thought only the prettiest flowers would do which of course meant they were the most expensive. Multicolored, magically enhanced flowers from someone just trying to get a few extra rupees to cover their traveling fees meant a depressingly empty wallet for the sheikah. Thankfully