"Pretty much right and fucking center," Link said wearily. Sigh. "Well, anyway, I do need to go. Got a lot of stops to make. I seem to be currently Court Gopher more than anything else."
After Amali said goodbye, he selected the Eldin Tower and clicked travel.
He wasn't fond of using the towers as a travel point, because no matter how much he liked heights, he wasn't quite as fond of gliding down them. (Better than climbing, but still.) The paraglider had managed to hold up to even the volcanic heat, when it really shouldn't have, but there was always the worry at the back of his mind that something was going to finally do it in on him at the worst possible second. And the most efficient way- and in some ways, really the only way -to get down from them was the damn paraglider.
But when he had to go into a weather-intensive environment (or to Gerudo Town), he couldn't exactly warp straight into the area before changing, and he wasn't all that keen on just ducking behind a shrine and hoping either nobody saw him, or nothing snuck up on him to kill him while he was preoccupied. The towers were safe from monsters and too high for voyeurs.
He wasn't a huge fan of the armor that the Gorons made, either- it was too clunky and lacked maneuverability -but after taking it to Cotera to work her magic on it, it was actually fireproof, and despite its name, a fireproof elixir couldn't replicate that effect.
He'd spent enough time in the royal guard, long before being named a Champion and assigned to Zelda, to know that it wouldn't work for a formal visit. He was going to have to ask Sophie to make him something. That sounded like exactly what he wanted to do.
Maybe he'd just take his Champion's tunic and a random pair of trousers to Cotera and throw them and some diamonds at her. Might be less annoying. Guess it depended on what Zelda wanted.
But at the moment, he lacked anything other than that goofy-looking armor, didn't even have a fireproof elixir he could use- he was only getting pictures and not going to be going where he might get fire blasted into his face by a lizalfos, so an elixir would more than do the trick -so time to pull that weird thing on.
Once he was certain that the protective effects of the diamonds were active, he made another hop up to the Shae Mo'sah shrine.
Even with the enchantment on the diamonds blocking out the heat, Link still felt the need to squint against it. He could see how hot it was, between the flecks of fiery ash that fluttered about like snow, and the visible heat waves radiating from the rocks, which was all the reflexive part of his brain needed to think that said heat endangered his vision.
A couple blinks dismissed that, and he was thankfully unmolested as he headed down the road and started taking pictures of ... well, mostly just the buildings and the decorations on the archways and the sign stores, because there really wasn't anything that stood out in particular about the place otherwise. The Gorons didn't exactly wear clothes in the traditional sense. They had those mawashis, but that wasn't anything that would be helpful to Sophie.
He briefly wondered where Yunobo was, but decided against tracking him down. He didn't have much on his mind at the moment to talk about, and stuff to get to. He had to talk to Dorephan, and possibly fend off an attempt at an engaged conversation with Sidon, before he could get down to Gerudo Town and suffer through the indignity of a twelve year old chieftess giving him make up advice to take back to Zelda.
Life, when did you get weird?
Link realized he was going to have to remember to get the Slate to Purah so she could- what was the word she gave that process? printing? -transfer some of the pictures for Sophie onto canvas or paper or something for her. Not only was he not going to sit there while she looked at the Slate for however long it took her to come up with something to her satisfaction- and he was most definitely not going to let her borrow it -there was still that picture of Tokk and Zelda to give to Tokk, and the Slate's memory was going to be full by the time he was done that day.