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jaebilityThe hallways were generally empty; the Gerudos seemed to hate being cooped up insde the stone walls and spent most of the day outside, marvelling over the soft grass or swimming in the crystal lake behind the castle. Ganondorf had disappeared again, leaving me the sole inhabiter of Hyrule' fortress.
I spent my days wandering up and down the spiral staircases, investigating the lives of royalty and trying to piece todather the fates of the King and his daughter. The Gerudos had raided the rooms long before my arrival but had left some items that they deemed useless. I cared little for the missing jewelry and gold; I was searching for something to wear. None of Princess Zelda's remaining clothes fit me and the queen's wardrobe (if it had had anything in it before the Gerudos came) was empty, but I lucked out when I strayed into the servant's quarters. I didn't mind wearing the outfit of a servant, especially when I found that most of the uniforms were nicer than my work clothes on the farm. "I'm a theif now," I couldn't help but brand myself as I had raided the closets, taking anything that was comfortable, "As bad as those chits outside." Men's shirts and pants, ladies' skirts and dresses, boys' shoes, and girls' boots, all were stolen and then hoarded in the small room that I had decided to occupy.
Everyday I wore something new - I couldn't figure out how to do laundry. Was there a special room somewhere? Or were clothes washed in the lake? I decided against the latter; I didn't want the Gerudos to watch me do such a low task. They'd point and laugh and tease in their strange language as I'd scrub on my knees. Unable to find a solution, I procrastinated until I had a small mountain of dirty clothes piled in a corner. The hill that I had compiled annoyed me whenever I looked at it. I hated shirking my chores - on the farm I had never left a task unfufilled.
Luckily, even a daft girl like me could have a brain storm ever now again. Tod avoid the damned Gerudos, I decided to do my laundry in the kitchen at night; I'd be able to use hot water and soap and even eat while I waited for my clothes to dry. Should I be discovered by an insomniac Gerudo, my modesty wouldn't be compromised. What did I care if some woman saw me in my underwear? As long as I didn't amass too large of an audience, I'd be okay.
I spent my days wandering up and down the spiral staircases, investigating the lives of royalty and trying to piece todather the fates of the King and his daughter. The Gerudos had raided the rooms long before my arrival but had left some items that they deemed useless. I cared little for the missing jewelry and gold; I was searching for something to wear. None of Princess Zelda's remaining clothes fit me and the queen's wardrobe (if it had had anything in it before the Gerudos came) was empty, but I lucked out when I strayed into the servant's quarters. I didn't mind wearing the outfit of a servant, especially when I found that most of the uniforms were nicer than my work clothes on the farm. "I'm a theif now," I couldn't help but brand myself as I had raided the closets, taking anything that was comfortable, "As bad as those chits outside." Men's shirts and pants, ladies' skirts and dresses, boys' shoes, and girls' boots, all were stolen and then hoarded in the small room that I had decided to occupy.
Everyday I wore something new - I couldn't figure out how to do laundry. Was there a special room somewhere? Or were clothes washed in the lake? I decided against the latter; I didn't want the Gerudos to watch me do such a low task. They'd point and laugh and tease in their strange language as I'd scrub on my knees. Unable to find a solution, I procrastinated until I had a small mountain of dirty clothes piled in a corner. The hill that I had compiled annoyed me whenever I looked at it. I hated shirking my chores - on the farm I had never left a task unfufilled.
Luckily, even a daft girl like me could have a brain storm ever now again. Tod avoid the damned Gerudos, I decided to do my laundry in the kitchen at night; I'd be able to use hot water and soap and even eat while I waited for my clothes to dry. Should I be discovered by an insomniac Gerudo, my modesty wouldn't be compromised. What did I care if some woman saw me in my underwear? As long as I didn't amass too large of an audience, I'd be okay.