[Written/Action]

[skinnotmyown]

There is no desert here.

[Leto's finally made his way to the beach, lured by curiosity and the sound of sand, but this is very disappointing--not to mention a little dangerous. If it's possible for the written word to sound sad, he manages.]

Comments

[Written]

[gerudoking]

So it would seem. Do you miss it?

[Written]

[skinnotmyown]

Miss it? My blood is screaming for dunes that are not here.

[Written]

[gerudoking]

I once cursed the winds of my home, yet having been parted from the desert for so long, even now I have found myself missing the endless sands.

[Written]

[skinnotmyown]

[Ganon, you are a-speakin' his language.]

So often I hide myself away in the heat of my home's dual suns, but now I find myself longing for their warmth. How odd, to find ourselves longing for the very things we once shunned.

[Written]

[gerudoking]

We sometimes long for that which is denied to us.

[Written]

[skinnotmyown]

Such is the capricious nature of humanity to crave what it cannot have and spurn that which is offered to it; I suspect you know this well.

[Written]

[gerudoking]

Well said. You are correct. Such things can drive a man to madness.

[Written]

[skinnotmyown]

Let us hope, then, that neither of us falls prey to such a thing. Fortunately, I think we will not.

[Written]

[gerudoking]

[Yeeeah except it pretty much already got Ganondorf a long time ago.]

Indeed. Tell me of your home.