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bluegrassbubblessoapandsund-blog · 4 years

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I’m a LOUSY Blogger!

But Let’s Get To Improving That!

Well, obviously, I forgot for a while that I even had a Blog! Shame on Me! That being said, let’s start by Re-Introducing who I am, what I do and what we’re all doing here in the first place!

I am Melisa. I’m 51 years of age and I have been married to my high school sweetie since 1988 and his name is David. We’ve been together for 33 years in 2020. David and I share three beautiful grown daughters, Brittany, Kymberly and Krystina. We have six grandchildren: Jessica is 11, Rebecca is 10, Katherine is 7, Joshua is 7, Annalyna is almost 3 and our newest is Zanora, born October 18th of this year. We also have four “Fur-Babies”. A Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix named Peanut (She’s almost 9 years old), a Papillon named Popcorn (She’s almost 5 I think!), her full blooded sister Caramel (If Popcorn is 5, Caramel is 4!) and our most recent addition is Bella (she’s about 5 too, I think) Bella was my Mom’s baby. My Mom passed away a few months after she got Bella. At the time of my Mom’s passing, we didn’t want to give Bella away, and Krystina adopted her and loves her to death. However, with the recent new addition of Zanora to the household and Annalyna being a normal 2 year old, Bella inevitably “nipped” at Annalyna. So, we took Bella….for now. Who knows, she might go back to Krystina’s house, only time will tell.

What do I do? Well, I’m actually a trained Medical Assistant and Phlebotomist. I worked for a handful of doctor’s in my native state of California after graduating from school. One of my favorites was working at an Urgent Care facility where I got to see all kinds of illness and injury. But the job I enjoyed the most, was working for the Chief FAA Medical Examiner of Los Angeles County. I was in charge of the lab, ran all kinds of tests, took X-Rays as well as a myriad of other things. I loved the patient interaction and helping people get and maintain the ability to fly, through their Federally Mandated Physicals. However, David works in the Aircraft Industry, which at times, can have a high turn over rate, so you go where the jobs are (The main reason we’ve lived in 6 states throughout our marriage!) and we ended up moving to the state of Arizona from our home state of California. After graduating school and working in my field in those offices, I eventually found work with the local school district my daughter attended as a substitute Health Office Technician. After a couple more moves, and a couple health issues on my part, as well as the death of my Dad from throat cancer, we moved back to California to be closer to my Mom and Sister, Annette. Because of my love of cooking, during this time in California, I also attended Culinary Arts School. However, my husband David was working in the aircraft industry and after 9/11 happened, unfortunately the jobs in that industry dried up and he had to find “side hustles” to make ends meet as he looked for other employment within the industry. Then one day, one of the job applications he put in, panned out! The Federal Aviation Administration called and offered a job, and he took it, which facilitated our move to the state of Kentucky where we had lived before when David was serving in the U.S. Army during Operation Desert Shield/Storm. We had always said we loved Kentucky and had talked about retiring there, so THAT worked out well!

After moving to Kentucky, our two youngest daughters finished high school and our oldest daughter’s then husband, had joined the military and she came to live with us while he was doing some training. She brought with her our Granddaughter Jessi and her pregnant tummy! As my birthday approached, so did her due date, and on my Birthday (November 19), I took her to the doctor and they announced she was going to have a baby that day! So, Rebecca (Nicknamed Reba!) was my Birthday Present that year!

During Brittany’s stay I ultimately had my first back surgery where I had a titanium cage installed and a fusion done. At this point, I was no longer physically able to stand for 8 to 10 hours a day meeting the physical demands of the job I enjoyed. So, I threw myself into my hobbies of counted cross-stitch, crocheting, reading, cooking and scrapbooking.

After living in the suburbs of Louisville for a couple years, we bought a house 30 miles away in the little town of Shelbyville. By this time, Kymberly had moved back to California after graduating high school, and Krystina had just graduated. Brittany had moved back with her then husband, out of state again. (😥)

Krystina moved out eventually and it was just David and I our dogs Rotunda (another Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix who was 12 years old), and our puppy, Peanut. Kids and grandkids grew, families grew and, as most “empty nesters” David and I began to enjoy our time together as “just us”.

Then, at a family get together (I actually don’t remember the date. One of those “health issues” I experienced was a mini stroke when I was 30 years old caused by birth control pills and my morbid obesity at the time, they concluded. Thus, the stroke obliterated my able to remember things as well as it use to!) I noticed that Reba was having, what I thought at the time was, dry skin issues. I began to take notice and pay attention to the things with other family members and their skin. ( I guess that was Medical Assistant in me!) I was trying to figure out what was causing the problem for her because she complained that the patches itched and sometimes hurt. Around the same time, David had to have major surgery. He was diagnosed with an Acoustic Neuroma. It had attached itself to the working parts of his ear, his facial nerves and his brain stem. Ultimately, they removed all but a very tiny piece of the Neuroma as well as all of the workings of his ear, so he became completely deaf in that ear, and had a second surgery to install a Cochlear Implant. As he was healing from that, he neglected to shave and I noticed that he, too, was getting these dry, flaky, itchy patches where his mustache would grow. And the research began in earnest!

Because I am a redhead (As is Kym, Reba, Annalyna and we haven’t figured out if Zanora is or not!), I have struggled with sensitive skin issues since I was a kid. I never got a “tan”, I got “pink”, “lobster red” or obtained more freckles. As I got/get older, I develop(ed) more and more sensitivities to things like laundry detergent and shampoos/conditioners. So, using my own experiences the first thing I looked at was laundry detergents. From there I looked at the shampoo/conditioner, and from there it lead me to the “soap” we used in the shower/tub.

The information I was gathering was quite interesting and little shocking, to say the least. Since I was a kid, I remember seeing commercials on TV about how actual “soap” was bad for the skin, that using XYZ Brand of this or that was more “moisturizing” and better for your skin. These commercials through my youth, told me that using “soap” was drying, contributed to wrinkles as you age, leaves a “film” on your skin, makes your tub/shower have excessive “soap scum”, etc., but as I was researching, what I found astonished me. Especially since the TV told me how bad actual SOAP was!

My first thought after going down this rabbit hole of research was, “Wow, maybe I need to change the stuff we’re washing with”. Why? Well, I learned that what I was using at the time, a liquid body wash distributed by a company who’s named after a small white bird (😉) could not legally be called “soap” even though that’s what we all call it. The process used to make this body wash literally removes the glycerin (something called a “surfactant” that does actually help to moisturize to an extent, but is defined as a compound that lowers the surface tension between two liquids, between a gas and a liquid, or between a liquid and a solid. Surfactants may act as detergents, wetting agents, emulsifiers, foaming agents, and dispersants.), only to add it back in, and the additional additives they actually added to make it “better” for your skin, as was their “claim”, were actually not necessary and were detergents as well.

“DETERGENTS?!”, I thought to myself….”like, I’m actually washing my body with laundry detergent?” Um… yeah-you are (🤨)! So, I grabbed my bottle of body wash and started to actually read what I was putting on the biggest organ my body has. The organ that absorbs everything from environmental pollutants, to what you put on it, to what you ingest. (Medical training kicking in here again.)

The ingredient list was LONG, containing words I couldn’t even pronounce. (Can you?) Then I thought to look at the “soap” and “body wash” that Reba was using, and read the same ingredients; detergents, etc. The only difference was they added extra stuff to balance the pH to the eyes (making it “tear free”), rather than the body. What does the pH actually do? Let’s look at that…

pH stands for potential hydrogen with the “p” meaning potential and the “H” standing for hydrogen. The pH scale is a scale that is used to rank the relative basicity or acidity of substances to other substances, based on the amount of hydrogen ion activity in a substance. (sciencetrends.com)

Now, I could go into and define and describe all the ingredients I’m talking about, but that would be a science lesson in and of itself. Suffice to say, I didn’t like what I read and learned and thought there had to be something better that would help the dry, itchy skin my loved ones were experiencing. So, I looked into actual “soap”. As I was reading about soap I came upon the different FDA laws regarding the making of “soap” both in solid and liquid forms that we were all using. The FDA has a law that states that the items used to actually wash your body, that you buy at places like the grocery store, or big box stores, cannot legally be called a “soap”. Because of the additives and processes used to create what we were using, the law states that they have to be called something else. So, corporate America gave these items names like “Facial Cleansing Bar”, “Moisturizing Body Wash”, etc. Wait! What? You’re telling me that almost 99% of the stuff at the store I buy my family to wash with on a daily basis couldn’t legally be called soap because they’re “detergents” and corporate America is conning the populous at large? That would be a hard yes. Well, then… (Go look at the wrapper or container your current stuff comes in the from the store and see what it’s called… I’ll wait.)

What did washing with detergents do to the skin? It makes it dry, flaky, itchy and it can exacerbate skin issues that may be underlying such as eczema, psoriasis, allergic dermatitis, the weather, etc. Well darn! How do you fix THAT issue? Back to actual “soap”…

I started to google “soap” and all the sudden a new world opened up to me. I found all kinds of places that were selling the ingredients to make your own soap at home, videos that showed you from start to finish. The different ways to make it. The different ingredients and their benefits… the lists went on and on. I actually got quite overwhelmed. So, I just started making notes, and doing more research and watching more videos. I learned that you can’t make actual SOAP without Sodium Hydroxide (Lye). Even the “Body Washes” and “Beauty Bars” have Sodium Hydroxide in them. (Or it’s sibling Potassium Hydroxide, which is used to make a liquid “soap” or “wash”.) HOWEVER…..

While watching and reading about making SOAP, there were CONSTANT warnings about Lye Safety and how dangerous it is to work with Lye. The kinds of safety equipment that would be necessary to work with it, and honestly, I got intimidated and scared. But then I saw something called “Melt and Pour”. This is a Glycerin based soap that is already “made”, having gone through the processes necessary to make it SOAP. All you had to do, was melt it in a microwave, color it, add any fragrance or essential oils to it, and pour it in a mold. You simply let that cool and harden and BOOM, a handmade bar of soap that you’ve made at home.

It was a fun learning experience for sure. To this day, I still make some of the Melt and Pour soaps and add them to my other soaps and I let the grandkids work with it to make their own for gifts for family members. But I really wanted to be able to use those fantastic oils and butters that really benefit the skin! So, I took my Culinary Arts training, and bit the bullet. Because you’re following a recipe and a technique, it was quite similar to actual cooking! I watched a thousand more videos, including the ones about Lye Safety, over and over and over again, just to be sure I KNEW what I was doing and felt comfortable enough to work with it. In the Culinary world we have something called “Mise en Place”, which basically means “everything in it’s place”. You should get everything out that you plan to use, weigh, measure, the tools, etc. Everything should be ready before you start. So, I did that. Then, I set to work making my first bars of soap made with Sodium Hydroxide, in a design called a “Tiger Stripe”. I honestly can’t tell you what the scent was, or the colors that I used. But I remember it was fun! I was so very proud, looking at that wet soap in the mold… Now for the Saponification Process.

What is the Saponification Process? Saponification is a process by which triglycerides (fats) are reacted with sodium or potassium hydroxide (lye) to produce glycerol (emollient) and a fatty acid salt, called “soap.” The triglycerides are most often animal fats or vegetable oils. When sodium hydroxide is used, a hard soap is produced. (thoughtco.com) This process renders the Sodium Hydroxide (or Potassium Hydroxide) completely inert. It’s done it’s job of turning the oils, butters and water into a bar of soap. So, the Sodium/Potassium Hydroxide will in no way negatively affect your skin at all, whereas when soap hundreds of years ago was made, it was hard on the skin. In fact, my Grandma’s generation still viewed “lye soap” as something quite harsh. Basically because the lye that was used was made from wood ashes, wasn’t as pure and the science that we use today (computer programs that help to determine the proper amount of Lye, water, oils and butters that will make the best bar of soap, with proper hardness, moisturizing properties, cleansing abilities, bubbles and no harsh or adverse effects from the lye.) hadn’t been invented yet. They also didn’t have any of the additives that we use today like colloidal oatmeal, milk powders, etc.

So, 24 hours after I made that first loaf of soap, I cut it. It was the best bar of soap I’d ever seen! I cut it with a knife I bought specifically for soap. I cut it unevenly, and I didn’t care. Then I had to figure out where to let it “cure”. Curing is where you set the newly made soap aside for 4 to 6 weeks and allow all the excess water left in the soap, after the saponification process, to evaporate, leaving the bar as hard and as long lasting as possible. I found the perfect place, in my foyer. Then I immediately wanted to make more…and more… Pretty soon, my foyer was filled with newly made, curing soap! Anyone that came to the front door, or entered the house, always asked what smelled so good!

I tested the soap 5 weeks later, as did David, in the shower. It was bubbly and it was a different feeling on my skin than what I was use to, in a good way. I felt… cleaner? Was that the word I’d use? Yes, it was! I felt like there was just clean skin there, not something else. I don’t quite know how to explain it, other than I didn’t feel like I had a thin film of “slime” on my skin that the aforementioned body wash I had been using, left on me that was meant to make my mind think this was a “conditioning, moisturization” of my skin. It was “slime” to me, now that I had used my brand new bar of soap! Well, now I was hooked! David’s skin, after about a week, showed improvement as well! Holy Heck, what did I just find!?

For the next solid year, I played with different recipes, different oils and butters, different molds, different colors, different additives…. I found a recipe I seriously loved. I shared the bars with family and friends and finally was told so many times..”This stuff is great! You should sell it because I’d buy it”. So, I did. And Bluegrass Bubbles was born… We got a business license and became official, then started our website, bluegrassbubbles.com

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libertysartandcosplay · 7 years

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Maiden of the Sands

A legend of zelda fanfic. Of course I do not ownthe legend of zelda

Find the rest of the story on ff.net

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Darkness.

That’s all he knew at the moment. Darkness and the sensation of being jostled around along with an arrangement of objects indeterminable in the could hardly made sense of how fast it all happened. How could a simple delivery turn into such a mess?

His head hurt, being particularly sensitive in one spot. Not that he wasn’t sore all over from laying amongst hard objects for who knows how long now. When they cart came to a stop he was flung across the wood floor.

The sound of several voices speaking at once came muffled through the thick tarp. Most voices speaking in some strange language he did not know. Once voice finally silenced the others, the speaker thankfully using the common tongue. “We didn’t have a choice, got it? He put up too much of a fight and knights were on our tails. We woulda got caught if we hadn’t snatched him. "Get Nabri, she’ll know what to do.” Another voice exclaimed. Then it felt like an eternity, waiting for something to happen.

Two pairs of hands grabbed at him and yanked him out of the cart and onto hot sand. With a hiss he squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden bright sunlight.

As his eyes adjusted he was surprised to find he was surrounded by a large group of women; many of whom held scimitars or axes in their tanned hands. And many, but not all, had the lower halves of their faces covered with veils. They stood in a half circle around him, all staring down at him rather like vultures. Or at least that’s the image that came to mind. Especially given the bird like noses those who left their faces uncovered possessed.

Suddenly they began parting as a particularly fierce looking woman walked her way through the small crowd. The woman had an oval face and slightly longer looking nose than the rest of them. Most of her hair was cut short but a thick, extremely long section was pulled up and held in place with a thick ring like object adorned with, in his opinion, a ridiculously large jewel.

Her sharp golden eyes squinted as she circled him. Bringing the image of vultures back.

She pulled him roughly to his feet by the arm and circled round him more, as if she was scrutinizing every inch of him. “Well, girls, what should we do with the runt?” She barked. “From what I heard this squirt caused a fair bit of trouble for Zaboora and Haana. That can’t go unpunished, now can it? Any ideas?”

There was a clamor of voices. Woman were pushing each other as they shouted suggestions. Seemingly displeased by the ideas the woman held up her hand to silence the other women. “Alright, alright. Settle down now. Take him to the sparring hall and we’ll settle it there.”

He gave a start as a piece of cloth was forcibly wrapped around his eyes. Two pairs of hands hooked themselves under his arms and dragged him away. There was a shift in the level of darkness and a cool breeze hit him from the back; The texture beneath his struggling feet changed from soft sand to hard stone and the sounds of his futile scuffling echoed dully around them.

A multitude of excited voices echoed louder and dozens of footsteps rang in his ears.

There was a loud creaking sound along with the sound of stone scraping against stone and his feet touched sand again. When the blindfold was removed they were in a new room- a large chamber with a sandy floor with training equipment scattered about. Women stood jeering from every nook and cranny. Even from platforms above. He stood in the center of what had to be a training ring, judging by the stray weaponry, and his bonds were now attacked to a thick pole in the ground. The woman from before stood in front of him, lips curled into a menacing smirk. She opened her mouth to speak but her voice fell silent as another voice rang through the clamor.

“Nabri? What is going on? Why has everyone gathered here?” The crowd fell silent and a group of women up on a platform parted, letting through a girl who couldn’t be any older than he was.

She was alien compared to the women that surrounded her.

Her face was small compared to the wide oval faces the other women possessed. Her skin was darkly tanned but it was not the same deep, reddish brown. Her long hair was a pale gold color, pulled up in a similar fashion to the other women. Only thin pieces were left down to frame her face, giving a clear view of her long, pointed ears that were pierced in many places.

A Hylian.

“Ah, Zanora, perfect timing. C'mere.” The woman he assumed to be called Nabri waved the girl over. The girl swiftly followed the order, gracefully leaping down from the platform and the crowds parted for her again as she made her way to the center of the room, stopping a few feet in front of the older woman.

“Nabri, who is this voe, and why is he tied here?” She questioned. The older woman let out a small laugh. “I’m truly surprised no one told you what happened. But anyhow, I want your opinion on what we should do with this one? The popular opinion is to kill him, but since you’re here, I want to know what our little birdie thinks?”

The small blonde cocked her head, giving him a hard look over. “Hmm, I don’t know… He looks fairly strong and healthy. We could use him for work.” She suggested. “It would be an awful shame to let all that flesh and muscle go to waste.”

Groans rang through the cavern at her words but the one called Nabri had her hand on her chin, looking him over again before turning back to the girl. “Well obviously that’s not a popular idea with the girls, but you are right. It would be a crime to pass up free labor. And if it doesn’t work out,” She shrugged nonchalantly. “We can always go back to the first plan.” “I thought you might agree,” The girl nodded. “Nnnnnnh… Alright, fine. He can live, for now. The head priestesses can decided his final fate upon their return. Until them, he can be our mule.” The leader announced, much to the dismay of the crowd and to both his relief and horror.

“But,” with a sweep of her arm she roughly pushed the Hylian girl into him, causing an uproar of laughter. “Since you’re the one who voted to let the voe live, you can be the one to make sure he stays alive.” The girl took a deep step away from him, her face red and eyes on the ground as she muttered a muted “Yes Ma'am.”

The Nabri woman snapped her fingers. “Alright, girls, go throw him in a cell somewhere.” The blindfold was once again placed over his eyes and he was dragged away. Though this time he felt a bit too numb with shock to struggle.

What sort of fate awaited him? He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know.

Once they took the blindfold off, he was roughly thrown to the floor inside of a cell. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed at the cell bars. “Hey! You can’t do this!” He yelled. “You can’t do this! You can’t keep me here!” He doubled over with a groan as one of the pair jabbed at him with the but of her weapon. “Shut it, worm. You’re lucky you even get to live after all the trouble you caused us.” They turned, one of them clicking her tongue in distaste as they walked away.

He waited until he heard the sound of the door again before grabbing at the cell bars and pulling with all his might. Unsuccessful at simply pulling any of them out of place he resorted to shaking them. When that too, failed he kicked at them. He even went to far as to take an experimental bite at them before he threw himself to the floor with a frustrated groan.

He looked around at his surroundings.

It was a large cell, mostly bare and probably twice the size of the average cell in a normal town prison, if he had to guess. The remains of a broken chain and cuff that were long eaten and eroded by time laid scattered in one corner, and what he hoped to be an empty chamber pot in the other.

Oh what a mess this all was. Thrown in a dungeon for trying to do the right thing. But he couldn’t sit idle. No, that wouldn’t do. He had to do something.

He grabbed one of the large broken pieces of chain and struck at the point where one of the cell bars and the floor met. Again and again he struck at the same spot for who knows how long; with the light from the lone torch he could see as his only companion as he worked. He nearly cursed as the metal slipped as he made to strike again; instead scraping his knuckles against the hard stone floor. He had little time to nurse his hand, however, as the sound of the dungeon door scraping against the floor echoed throughout the chamber. He scrambled to put the piece of metal back and act as if nothing was wrong with his hand.

The Hylian girl appeared, and in her hands she held a small wooden tray. Two small wooden cups, and a small roll of bread sat upon the tray; the contents of the cups sloshing slightly as she set the tray down; just outside the cell.

“One cup contains water, the other has some broth.” She said. “You must be hungry after all that time without food or water. But I would make what’s here last.”

With that she left him.

Once she was gone he sipped at the water until the cup was nearly drained to help alleviate his dry mouth before scrambling for a piece of broken chain and he went back to striking the same spot. His hands were sore, and the fifth time he struck his hand against the floor he threw the piece of metal across the cell with an angry yell. This wasn’t working and he was out of ideas.

“No duh that didn’t work.” The girls voice startled him and he fell backwards from his crouched position. “Those chains were made from a metal thats good for holding people, but not so good against hard stone. Or the test of time, as you see.” He gaped at her. She’d left long ago, he’d heard her outgoing footsteps and he had heard the door open and shut. “I sensed you were up to something, so I only pretended to leave.” She leaned against the cell bars. “Besides, we would’ve noticed that the floor around the bars is being chipped away after a while.”

He looked away. That hadn’t quite crossed his mind. He just wanted to try something.

She shifted her weight. “Though tell me, what would you have done had you been able to escape? I’m actually quite curious about that. The city is crawling with us. You’d be found and gutted within minutes. And past our gates if you did manage to escape the compound.” She crouched down to his current level. “Give me your hands.” She commanded.

He scooted back away from her. “C'mon, I’m not going to cut them off or anything. I’m trying to help you. They must be pretty scraped up after all that.” Slowly, he extended one cautious hand to her. “The other one too.” She said. “It’ll be easier for me to do both at once.”

He pulled back his hand. “Do what?” She rolled her eyes “Help them. Look, I mean it when I say I’m trying to help you.” He relented and gave her his hands at the earnest look in her eyes.

He nearly drew them back again as a cool tingling ran through his skin when she closed her hands over his. “All done.” She announced, dropping his hands. The cool tingling faded quickly as he drew them back. The scabs and cuts from before had vanished, leaving behind only fresh pink skin in their place.

“How did you do that?” He wondered, flexing his hands. “Magic?” She answered as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

And perhaps it was, there were few people capable of doing any magic in his village, and all of it was used for household tasks, not healing. “Oh…” He muttered. He put his hands in his lap and looked at her. “Why?” He asked. “Why bother healing my hands?” Her soft face hardened indignantly. “I… uh…Well you won’t be of much use if you’re injured… Uh that’s why…” He turned from her. “Of course…” He muttered, laying back onto the floor. “Makes sense…”

Suddenly he sat up. “Did they do this to you too? Did they kidnap you too?” She stood quickly. “How dare you. Those are my sisters you’re talking about. And I am no thrall I am a priestess.” She was bristling with anger as she turned and left him. This time, when he heard the door slam shut, he knew she had truly left him alone again. She was a Hylian, wasn’t she? Her ears showed her as one. So why would she take such offense to his question. It wasn’t as if he had called her a witch. Even people who lived in such a far out country village knew there was little love between the two races. He didn’t understand her volatile reaction.

He pushed the tray away across the floor in protest, despite the growling of his stomach.

But still, it didn’t feel good to be left alone, and it felt like an eternity before he finally heard the door again. He didn’t move from his spot on the floor, merely watching as the Hylian girl came into view and let out a gasp of surprise at the messy remains of the tray before. “What did you do!” She exclaimed. He merely stared at her as she set down another tray and made to pick up the remains. “You’re only getting one meal a day, why would you waste it like this?” She huffed. He only watched as she sat before him. “You are making this harder on yourself than it has to be. Many voe would love to be enthralled by a race of vai. In fact a few of them always proposition us once in a while whenever we leave to go trade our goods.”

She sighed as she stood again. “I know this must be hard for you, but, you’ve been given the rare chance to live, don’t waste it.”

He laid there after she had gone, thinking back on her words. He didn’t care about this so called rare opportunity. He wanted out. He wanted to be home. But they seemed to have no intention of letting him go. And there seemed to be no way to escape this cell. And then there was the fact that the girl was right. Even if he did escape the cell, he didn’t know his way around and he had no idea how to get home.

It all seemed so hopeless now… And he felt so tired…

#Legend of Zelda #LoZ #Gerudo #Fanfic #Liberty Writes #MotS #Maiden of the sands

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