𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

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Hesitantly, he takes her hand.

It's like touching something with a constant static charge.

"If you insist . . ."

"Yes - uhm. Most oracles are pretty adept at divination, and I am no exception. It's not consistent and the dreams are rare . . . More often I see and hear portents in the wind, the waves, and the clouds."

He's gently tapping his spear/staff against the ground in thought.

"Well, admittedly, I do have a purpose here, even if it is very vague. Most of the oracles that lived on the flotilla before my time simply warded particularly horrific storms away from Hyrule's shores but . . . I had a vision that I needed to be here, or that I would be here."

He muses idly.

"It's been with me ever since I can remember. It . . . Makes it hard to do finer motions. Lightning is drawn to me, I occasionally have small puddles form around me . . . And there's always a light breeze that picks up the more I . . . Tap into the divine mystery of tempests."

"Oh, I don't, uhm. Have one of those ? I am the conduit myself, the divine concept of storms being . . . Held, within my mortal body."

"Ah, I'm . . . Newer. My family lived far off of the coast of the Faron region on a flotilla for many, many years, but I am just . . . The newest storm sage. A pleasure."

He exhales, stepping out of the puddle of rainwater that spontaneously formed underfoot due to his oracular curse.

"Ah, I see."

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 ?"

"Oh I'm sorry, many apologies -"

And then he realizes.

"Ah. Another . . . Zonai ?"

"Ah, uhm, unfortunate."

"Oh, another one ! ? Who are they ?"

"Hm ? Oh, greetings, Farosh !"

Sneezing once.

"Oh, well, on my raft there . . . Weren't many holidays, besides the storm season beginning and ending . . ."

"Oh . . . Am I invited ? I've never had a Christmas before . . ."

" . . . What ? What's a . . . Christmas ?"

"We've met briefly, though I . . . Moreso delve into the divine mystery that all storms hold. Wind, waves, frost, lightning . . . Not just lightning. If you'll forgive my impudence. I am an oracle of the tempest . . . Which means I am cursed, your radiance."

He can't help but be formal.

"I thought the same until I came to the mainland, your highness. Uhm. I'm Mahuizoh. Sage of Storms !"

A polite bow to his superior and elder.

"Oh. That's the king of Hyrule."

Mahuizoh is messing about with a pan flute, the wind constangly surrounding him giving the melody an eerie echo.

"Hmhm . . . mhhhm.~"

" . . . Hff. Alright."

"Uhm . . . Alright ? I feel like I should worry . . ."

"Why . . . Are we fighting ?"

"Well, it's uhm. At the bottom of the ocean now, so ? Not a worry of mine."

"Oh, well, I had a garden on my flotilla, but . . . It sank, and I didn't really grow much besides mighty bananas."

Munch. Gulp.

"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.

Raising his head back to his full height, ears twitching. Bashful expression plastered across his muzzle.

"Y-Yes. Please."

Blank staring - then, realization.

"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.

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