Mystic in the Air - Ghirahim x female reader

Chapter Forty-Eight: The Pond

The moon is high in the sky. This is your third day walking in a random direction without knowing where you're going. Moving by night, sleeping during the day. You pick up your flask from your bag. It's empty. You sigh and put it back, your mouth dry.

"We need to find water soon," you sigh.

Ghirahim nods. You glance over to his shiny, black, metal body. He notices.

"Taking in the view?" he teases.

"Sure, anything to distract me from the same trees we've seen over and over again," you reply.

You turn back to those endless trees. Their density has seemed to grow. You transfer the warm ball of energy from one hand to the other. The thick, leafy canopy hides any star or moonlight. Hopefully, the increase of trees will lead to a viable water source.

"I've never been this deep into the forest," Ghirahim remarks.

"I don't think anyone has. We might even reach the edge of the cloud barrier soon. It's strange how a two hour loftwing ride is taking four days by foot," you add.

"Why aren't we using your loftwing?" he asks.

"Because a loftwing can be tracked too easily, and wouldn't be able to take off between all these trees" you explain.

He nods.

"Our main goal right now, though, is to find water," you reiterate.

Not only have you been thirsty all night, but you haven't bathed in days. Your hair is an oily and tangled mess. And your clothes are starting to smell. Even just a small puddle would be enough to drink and wash down at this point. You sigh.

"Are you hungry?" Ghirahim asks, continuing to look ahead.

"A little. But I'm mostly tired and thirsty," you reply, stretching your arms up above your head.

"Would you like to stop and rest?" he asks.

You shake your head. The promise of water outweighs the aches in your feet. Ghirahim nods in understanding.

"Do you ever feel hungry, or thirsty, or tired?" you ask.

"Hunger and thirst, no, but I still need to supply myself with energy. Food just happens to be the easiest way to do it. I can feel tired, but I don't sleep. I meditate," he replies.

"That makes sense," you nod.

Something rustles ahead of you. You stop and hold out your arm to halt Ghirahim. His eyes narrow. A small rabbit hops out from behind a tree. It circles a little before noticing you and your partner. You slowly duck down and approach it, keeping the light ball blazing. The rabbit's nose twitches. It doesn't react much as you come up right next to it. You carefully stroke its back with a single finger. It nuzzles up to your hand.

"It must not have many predators, since it isn't scared of us," you call back.

Ghirahim nods and comes up next to you. The rabbit lets out a little squeak and runs off. You stand up and watch it run off in a direction a little off to where you were already walking, and start following it.

"Where're you going?" Ghirahim asks, following you.

"Following the rabbit. Where there's life, there's water," you reply.

It scurries in the same direction, weaving between trees quickly. Eventually it gets too far ahead to follow. Though, you still continue walking in the same direction. There are lots of tree-roots sticking up through the ground. You're careful to not trip over any of them while weaving around trees. The ground is getting softer with each step. Your hopes are rising as your feet sink deeper into the ground. Ghirahim notices as well. You round another tall, thick tree and pause. Ghirahim joins you. The light in your hand reflects on a massive, still pond. This one must be twice as long as the one from when you traveled with the tribe. It mirrors the one under the great Faron tree. You sling off your bags and rush over to the muddy bank, dropping onto your knees and cupping water into your hands. As it dribbles on your face and down you throat, you sigh with pleasure.  Your knees start to sink into the mud as you stick your head straight into the water. This seems to quench your thirst. As you lift your head up after swallowing as much of the life-liquid as you can, you use the bottom of your shirt to wipe both the water and the dirt off your face. Ghirahim drops the bag he was carrying next to yours. You summon another ball of light and walk back over, wiping your mouth with your arm.