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The Deck; Sunday Afternoon [11/25].

The weather that day was actually fairly nice, not really terribly cold at all, and, having pretty much resigned himself to the idea that winter was going to stick around for good, Sidon was going to take advantage of it. He felt like he kept saying that there weren't many more days like this left, only to be then offered another one, and he was certainly not going to complain.

He was also not going to do much while outside on the desk, but that was par for the course. He was mostly just going to enjoy it, enjoy the view, and do some thinking. He did, after all, have an awful lot to think about, but first and foremost in his mind, today at least, was how the semester would be ending soon. There's be a winter break before the next one, and it seemed like an awful long time since he'd planned a trip home with his friends. And he had quite a few new friends (and some old ones that hadn't been on the list last time) that should get a chance to see Hyrule, and get away from the cold weather.

...if it ever really showed up.

...he was perfectly fine if it didn't.

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Norman wasn't going to admit to just how much reasoning he'd had to do with his parents to get them to agree to sending him back to this school after Thanksgiving. He'd almost made his way all the way through dinner when an ill-thought-out reply to 'pass the butter' had resulted in his sleeve riding up to expose his tattoo, his mother almost fainting, his father yelling, his sister rolling her eyes and muttering an exasperated, 'Oh my god, Norman,' and his grandma laughing so hard she'd tumbled right through a wall.

... It was probably for the best that nobody else at the table had been able to see Grandma.

Now that he was back, Norman mostly just wanted to be around people, and so he'd dumped his things in his room, pulled on his hoodie, and gone looking around the dorms until, finally, success.

"Hey, Sidon," he greeted, flopping into one of the chairs, a small handful of comic books under one arm. "How goes things?"

"Norman!" Sidon said brightly as he turned toward him, opening his arms in a gesture of greeting. "Hello! Things are going extraordinarily well; how very considerate of you to ask! How about for you? I hope it's going quite the same?"

"Same old, same old," Norman replied, smiling a little. Coming to find Sidon had been the right plan, definitely. "I spent the last few days back in Blithe Hollow for the holiday, and that went... mostly okay?"

He had been able to come back! That was the important part.

"It was good to see them again, I mean. That part went well."

He'd missed his grandma. Her pep talks were the best.

"Mostly okay?" Sidon echoed, tilting his head and giving Norman a faintly suspicious look. "That leads me to believe that perhaps there were parts that didn't go quite so well. Would it be anything you'd wish to discuss?"

Norman just kind of shrugged and smiled crookedly.

"It's not actually a big deal," he admitted. "I think my mother is convinced I'm about to turn to a life of crime, and my dad's pretty sure I already have."

... Well, technically, Norman...

"A life of crime?" asked Sidon, throwing his head slightly back in appropriately dramatic fashion, though it may have been a bit spoiled by his grin. "You'll have to pardon me for saying so, Norman, but I have a rather difficult time imagining such a thing! What in the world would possess them with such a wild notion?"

"It... it's kind of a long story that starts with the whole crab thing and ends with me being taken into the jail by Detective Diaz because of something stupid I did while I was suddenly naked in public," Norman admitted. "Aaaand the tattoo."

It was a stinkin' cute tattoo, though.

"Oh, I was rather wondering what had become of you when I noticed you hadn't returned to the tank," Sidon mused, "though I figured that it was just things setting themselves back to order again. That sounds like quite the unfortunate ordeal in which to find oneself. Although I should hardly think you were entirely to blame for the predicament, especially considering the very....ahhh....unique circumstances that lead to such an apprehension."

Norman winced, and then tilted his head from side to side.

"So-so," he sighed. "I did try to get into the clothing shop instead of making a run back for the dorms."

Which in hindsight, yes, he was perfectly capable of recognizing as dumb.

Sidon's expression went a little sympathetic, even if he had to admit he could hardly empathize with a conundrum that revolved around a concern for a lack of clothing.

"I suppose," he said, "that is likely one thing I'll not have to worry about should I ever wind up turning into an animal and change back in the middle of the street."

Granted, he always imagined if he changed into an animal, he would be far from the street and stuck in the water somewhere, but one never could tell with these sorts of things.

"I have to admit, I spent a couple of hours kind of jealous of you once that occurred to me," Norman laughed. "I'm beginning to think your people totally have it figured out."

This didn't mean he was going to go streaking through Zora's Domain or anything, though.

"There are flaws inherent in our way of life, however," Sidon pointed out with a good-natured chuckle. "Winter, in particular, comes to mind, which, to our credit, does not exactly exist in Zora's Domain, though that hardly does me any good while I'm here.

"But speaking of Zora's Domain and of being here, or, rather, perhaps not being here for a short spell of time, I was actually thinking about arranging another trip back to my homeworld over the upcoming break. Do you think you might be interested in another invitation, Norman?"

Norman blinked, biting back his first question - which was whether he'd have to wear a dress again - and just breaking into a little grin, instead.

"Your world is pretty amazing," he replied. Because dragon, okay? "I think it would be pretty silly of me to say anything but of course, I'd love to go."

"Wonderful!" It wasn't really that Sidon had doubted that Norman would take him up on the offer; he was fairly confident that any of his friends would love to go, especially those who had been there before, but he certainly reacted as if it was the most delightful surprise to have it confirmed. "That's at least one to accompany me, then! I've...only just started thinking about it, really. Today, as a matter of fact, but that gives me plenty of time to make arrangements and plans. Perhaps this time we may even be able to venture somewhere new where I might be able to accompany you. It sounds like you all have an exciting time in the Gerudo Desert, and I'm glad for that, but I must admit, I did feel perhaps a little left out."

"I kind of wished you'd been able to come along," Norman admitted. "I mean, I'm sure you would have been a stunning girl, too."

Or a very sad, dehydrated, extra large one.

He'd fit right in!

But Sidon had to laugh, because, while he imagined that it actually wouldn't be difficult for most male Zora to masquerade as some sort of vai, he liked to think that his distinctive royal lineage afforded him some undeniably masculine traits that would never let him pass the test.

He would be very wrong in that assumption, of course, assuming his veil had managed to stay in place the whole time.

"Oh," he said with a modest wave of his hand, "not nearly as stunning as yourself, I'm sure! Though that would have been quite the historic event, at any rate. I'm not sure there's ever been a Zora to set foot in the desert."

Because that would be bad. Very, very bad. Though now Sidon was wondering if his ability to adapt to various climates here on Earth might better afford him to...

No, that was not something you should think about testing, Sidon, stop.

"I can't imagine it would be super comfortable for you," Norman noted, smiling crookedly. "It was on the edge of uncomfortable for me, and not just because I had to spend a day pretending to be a girl."

Which he'd been great at, too, darn it.

And Sidon would have had no doubt that he was! Although, he would have felt the same way even if Norman had been terrible at it, too.

"Then I suppose Death Mountain is off the tour list, as well," said Sidon, whose grin suggested that the fact that it was called Death Mountain didn't even register as a reason why. "If you thought the desert was difficult, then I can't imagine you'd fare much better there. They say it's so hot that anyone not a Goron or protected by some special armor or potion will actually burst into flames."

He was still a little disappointed he hadn't thought to send Peridot up on a special mission, though, to report back to him on how it was up there, really.

Peridot... probably would have fallen in love with the place and not come back.

"I am a huge fan of not being on fire," Norman replied with a blink. "I mean, pretty sure I'm actually allergic to being on fire. It and I really don't get along."

He would know from something that came WAY too close to being actual experience in that area, yes.

"Yes," Sidon nodded in agreement. "I suspect that this would be an allergy that most people would have. But I believe, other than Death Mountain and a return to the desert, anywhere else would be quite lovely to visit. Well, perhaps not Hebra, either. It wouldn't make much sense to try and escape the cold here, only to just go dashing into it in Hyrule, although the Rito village is right on the edge of that territory, that could be an interesting place to visit. I don't believe we had the chance to meet any Rito on the last visit, not unless you happened to run into them in Gerudo Town. They don't fly into Zora's Domain very often; I imagine they're not too fond of all the dampness with their feathers."

"Feathers?" Norman tilted his head a little bit, thinking back. "Aside from some birds and the dragon," he was still in awe of that dragon, "I don't think we met anything with feathers. Maybe I'm wrong? What are the Rito like?"

"I believe if you had met one," Sidon chuckled a little, "you'd remember. They are another one of Hyrule's sentient races. Bird people. Wonderfully varied in their magnificent plumage and known the world over for their beautiful songs. Oh! Why, Breq would absolutely love that, wouldn't she? Granted, I would hate to assume that she'd be accompanying us again this time, but I do believe that would be a wonderful incentive for her, wouldn't it? Marvelous! And you know, I myself have never been to their village before, either, so it would be an exciting adventure for all of us!"

"It sounds like one," Norman laughed. "And I think all you would have to do to get Breq on board would be to mention the music, yeah."

She was pretty fixated on music, yes.

"I do hope she'll come again," said Sidon, with perhaps a little less confidence than he would have if they were talking about anyone else. He knew she held a very special place in the hearts of his people, a place that she was entirely uncomfortable with, but it would mean so much to him. He smiled, though, just a little. "But I think you're right. I can't see her ever passing up the opportunity to hear Rito song firsthand, and nor should she! They truly know what they're doing when it comes to music!"

"And... see, that's something I want to witness, too," Norman decided. "Cold weather or not. It sounds like a trip worth taking, you know?"

"I'd like to think so!" Sidon agreed wholeheartedly. "But then again, I'm not sure I can exactly think of a trip that wouldn't be worth taking, especially if friends are involved."

Norman leaned his head to the side, mulling that one over.

"I'm sure I could come up with something," he replied. "But I think that's mostly just my own bad experiences talking. Some things, I just wouldn't want to subject my friends to, you know?"

Like, he would absoulutely not take people to Blithe Hollow. They didn't need to eat at the Witchy Wiener. Nobody needed to meet Alvin. And the coolest residents of the whole town were ghosts that only he could see, anyway.

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