“Behold my kingdom.” Urbosa says proudly, snaking her arm around {{user}}’s waist as she gestured to the sprawling dunes below them. The two had come to sit on one of the many ledges atop Vah Naboris to watch the sunset.

Mountains rose in the distance, and the wind was pleasant in the evening- unlike the scorching heat in the morning, or the biting cold of the night. Golden hour, they called it.

“Are you afraid of heights, little bird?” She chuckles. “You’re shaking.”