[ Urbosa, unsurprisingly, wastes little time heading towards the southern sector once given the choice. It's familiar, if not quite as good as home - the heat, the oasis-like plants... yes, this will do nicely.

The Gerudo chief herself doesn't blend in so well considering a) her height and b) the bright finery that denotes her status among her people. At least the desert-dwelling race makes a point to elevate function over form, so the cloth and metal is well-aerated to deal with heat and humidity.

Would that she had all of her usual gear, though. Although the Scimitar of the Seven is a reassuring weight at her back, she'd much prefer to have her shield as well.

Fortunately everyone seems amiable enough. Urbosa will amuse herself with studying the brochures while she walks towards the food and drink area, not terribly concerned about accidentally mowing down anyone in her way.
Ripperoni short people. ]

[ Well as it turns out, powers may not be necessary after all.

Urbosa has the good fortune to have stumbled on one of the friendlier specimens that's escaped the exhibit - a Papilionem that's practically wedged against her side while she somewhat bemusedly feeds it scraps from her short-lived meal. ]

Well aren't you a little charmer. [ Pat pat pat. The Papilionem seems happy to soak in the attention for the time being. ]

[ Choose your own adventure! ]