A Prayer Answered
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Ripley adjusted the small finger braces that ran over each of her five main flight feathers on her left side. From their she attached the arm brace that would run from her elbow then to her shoulder, then finally her shoulder to the mounted ball joint attached to the back of her flight suit. A similar brace came down her right arm but stopped at her elbow, they had left those flight feathers/fingers alone, as It was her dominant hand and they had wanted her still able to work while injured all those years ago. The braces made up for her inability to keep her wings and the flight feathers on her left side fully out for very long, locking into place so that she could move her joint with out her wings curling in on her. The nerve damage to the left arm in particular making it impossible for fine motor control of that was not only necessary for not only flight but any use of the limb.
After she checked and re-checked her braces she attached her satchel that held her tools and materials for easy repairs in the field, after this was the warm tunic she wore over her chest and hips to keep her warm in the mountain air and the high altitudes she often flew, her empty pack that would hold all she hunted and foraged today, and then finally the woolen cloak that hung down her shoulders and between her shoulders to keep her back warm despite being exposed due to the flight suit. She tossed a few more logs onto the feeder beside the stove that warmed her cavern home, ensuring that it never went out while she was gone and not attending it. She furrowed her brows at her dwindling stockpile of wood, she would need to get more during her hunting trip.
She walked to the entrance of her home, grabbing her bow and quiver and then leaving out the weighted flaps at the entrance of the cave that kept the heat in and the cold out. She quickly clipped the bow to her left wing and the quiver to her hip, jogging towards the cliff edge. She gave a snap of her wings and the pistons locked and the gears popping into place to help her joints move the parts of her wings supported my the pipes and pistons of her brace. She took a final step onto the very lip of the cliff face, wings raised high and knees bent. With a cry of laughter, she launched herself into the air.
THIS is what she lived for. Ripley thought as she dipped spinned and weaved amongst the sparse clouds, allowing herself to play and revel before she did anything else. This, flying after knows the pain of not having the option, of having the choice of this fundamental part of herself taken away, if only temporarily was an agony she would work hard to never feel again.
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Once she had calmed down she got down to business of hunting and foraging, it didn't take her long to spot some moose near a crop of trees. She glided lower and circled her prey, lower and lower, until she suddenly flipped in the air, flicking her bow out of its holster and into her left-wing hand, the pistons releasing to allow her to take hold of the bow but keep her arm strait as she took aim as she fell. She shot 3 into the first moose, felling it, setting the other two off and running. She felled the second in two shots, but only got one arrow into the third before it was out of range. She let out a curse and flipped back into a glide, clipping her bow back to her wing as she quickly flew down to gather the meat from the two moose she could kill, grabbing some pieces with her tallowed feet and others with her good arm and putting the meat into her pack before taking flight again after the third beast. Fallowing the tracks, she saw It had taken to the small patch of woods, she took to the sky and saw it had not left the small patch of woods wither, as there were no exit tracks. She returned to where the moose had entered he wood, snapping her bow back into her hand and crouching low to follow the tracks as best she could though shadows the trees cast and the underbrush. As she went she picked handfuls of beerys and herbs, hoping to make coming into the small forest worth the ground treding even if she never found the beast and got her arrow back. She had done these enough times to know her stealth and tracking skills were rarely good enough to best the beasts of the Tabantha tundra.
As the tracks started to close together and traces of blood smeared the snow her hope grew and at the sight of the large brown mass of fur and antlers tangled in underbrush ahead of her made her smile and give a caw of happiness and joy as she charged forward to collect her meat and arrow.
"Find me, and I will guide you."
An ethereal voice spoke. She jumped and drew her bow and an arrow from her quiver, spinning around wildly….until a flash of something golden caught the corner of her eye. She turned toward the light, panting and panicked, to see a doe made of golden light with glowing white eyes staring at her from the other side of her kill.
The doe looked up slowly from the felled moose before it and up towards her, bow in hand and arrow aimed at it. She lowered it hesitantly, though she didn't know why.
The doe turned and bouned off, slow as though it drifted though the air, landing not far off before turning back and looking at her. She started before quickly putting her weapon away and taking off after the thing, forgetting about her kill. Slowly it hopped along, Ripley following behind. Not letting her get to close without bouncing further away, but also slowing down for her when she fell to far behind.
Finally, they broke though the line of trees back into the tundra. Once she joined it on the snow plains it stopped and turned to her, making her stop and freeze in her place. Suddenly the being of light jumped into the air, body morphing into a bird and shooting strait into they air. Wings spread wide it seemed to hover a moment before its body morphed again into streams of light and then condensing into a sheet of paper.
Ripley stood their stunned watching this progression of events mesmerized before snapping back to reality and jumping forward to catch the paper. She looked it over to make sure it had not gotten wet before properly inspecting it to see that it was in fact a map, with an X neatly painted over a part of the ridge the separated Hebra and Central Hyrule.
She gingerly folded it and packed it away before taking to the air. A mix of excitement and dread filling her stomach as she flew a quickly as she could back to her cavern home in Hebra mountain. Once their she ran inside, tossing her game pack and weapon aside in a rush to get undressed and into the back of the cavern. There, with a small unlit candle and a wreath of winter flowers and firms decorated the small hand carved statuette of Hylia carved from the wall of the cavern.
She fell to her knees before her homemade shrine, paper in hand
"Please….please tell me this is what I've been praying for." She begged, voice shaky "I…..I just need a sign. I don't care how small! Just please tell me this is you…." She said desperately, hope draining from her as the cavern remained silent and dark. She didn't know how long she sat there, before she hung her head and then went to stand.
Suddenly light filled the cavern and a great wind swept though the cavern blowing open the weighted curtain and filling the dark space with pure winter light. She turned towards the entrance in awe as the same voice that spoke before came to life again.
"The Goddess Hylia Smiles Upon You"
She nearly fell to her knees as the wind died once more and all returned to normal. She was filled with so many emotions. Hope, relief, fear, she wanted to cry, scream in joy, run, fly, punch a wall! After a mix of nervous giggles she slowly started packing. As her mind calmed from focusing on a relatively simple task she began to work faster.
Packing away food, choosing between tools and materials to pack, leave, or sell. Dismantling her more permanently placed inventions that she could not leave unattended or unmonitored if her leaving took as long. Clothes, sleeping/camping supplies, weapons, materials and tools for her braces.
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By the end of her packing her make shift hope looked ransacked and nearly destroyed. She didn't mind, if all went well she would not be forced to return.
She bent before her make shift shrine once more, head bowed she quietly said "Thank you" before rising, turning taking up her pack and going though the weighted flaps of her now former home hopefully for the last time.