"That's weird. Is it like that for all plants? How do you... I guess if you can make stuff out of thin air, getting enough food isn't a problem. Or do you not eat? What about those other places you said? Fairyland and Heaven? Your fairies can't be the same thing as our fairies, since ours don't do a lot of moving things. Do they just import from Hell?"

"There are mortals who have to eat, and they grow trees, they're just, uh, longer term investments. Other plants mostly don't take years. Possibly they devote more space to farmland than you."

"That sounds implausible! I'm sorry, it's not that I don't believe you, just—a few weeks is a bit of an exaggeration, if we're talking full size; it's one or two months to get from a sapling to full grown. But Hyrule isn't even that fertile, compared to most lands we've heard of. And yields have been getting worse since the Great Calamity. I can't imagine how that economy would work, especially in more arid regions...

"It's not very important, though, except maybe your mortals need to import some of our crops, or possibly some of our soil. Anyway, don't worry about the apple trees."

"Yup." He sawdusts the apple trees and puts in the library.

When they enter, it looks nothing like a library!

The beautiful hardwood floor and artisan, plush-adorned furniture put together a very stylish reading room, but instead of shelves, shattering the aesthetic are eight large Sheikah-tech columns that go right from carpet to ceiling, linked up with thick, twined cables. There are black glossy portions on the columns that look like screens, and ports where a Sheikah Slate might slot in. The patterns might be expected to light up trademark Sheikah colors are instead dark, again.

There's also a bulletin board on a wall, papers still pinned in it, and a rolling large chalk slate scribbled with half-finished diagrams, and what looks like scattered rough paper and writing tools on tables laying around.

"Oh no, those must be data storage columns of some type. They're probably blank again. But lemme see..." she scurries forward and picks through the papers, then takes a look at the bulletin. "An index! And names, and lots to pick through in these papers. Can you create a specific person's handwritten notes?"

"I can!"

"I'll come back with requests later, then."

    "I'll put together an adapter to charge up these columns and see if there's anything left in them," says Symin, who's come in after them.

"Cam, do you need anything for now?"

"Nope, I'm just piloting the drone to get Robbie the slate."

"Yes. If you have time or the attention to multitask, you can also try finding Link and asking him to come back so we can catch him up, see if he'll let you borrow his Sheikah Slate to steal his travel gates and Camera compendium."

Link's surroundings?

He's clinging barehanded to the underside of an overhang in some sort of deserty-canyony looking place, dressed in a bandanna and light clothes. Strapped to his back is what surely must be an inconvenient number of weapons to be each individually the size of his entire body.

If the method permits, the otherwise unoccupied spaces in the conjuration volume comes with a lot of violent sandstorm.

He appears to be a teenager.

The sand falls down everywhere immediately because it can't appear in motion but he gets the idea. "Do you happen to recognize this, geologically?"

She looks up and gives it a glance.

"Somewhere on the edge of Gerudo Desert. That's neat."

"I could fly out there and try to intercept him but if he can teleport I'm not sure that will particularly work as a strategy."

"Can't you send another drone with a letter asking him to teleport back here?"

"Yeah, though I'm not sure it'll hold up great through the sand."

"Oh, is it storming? Gerudo Desert's not sandstorm all the time. You'll just have to wait around for an hour on two in the canyon or the highlands until it dies down, if it's still bad when you get there."

"Okay." He makes a drone. "Can you write him the note since you know him?"

She pens a quick note that reads: "Travel back to Hateno Ancient Tech Lab when you have a spare minute! Important info and goodies! – Purah"

"You can also go yourself, if you're bored, familiarize yourself with the country, pick up travel gates on the way. Or whatever else you want to do. It'll be hours at least before I have a list of requests, and probably days after that for a second round of results. What did you leave Robbie with, by the way?"

"He was distressed about the salamander and I asked if he could charge a new one and he said not with the currently available resources, so I modeled up what had charged it originally and got these big tower doodads and left him with a full size one."

"Of course. One-track mind, that old man. Never reads the literature, straight to the workshop. But at least we're not duplicating work here."

"At least." Cam pilots drones.

The one headed for Akkala will not face much trouble retracing Cam's path back to Robbie's lab.

The one heading towards Gerudo Desert can pass over fields and hills for a while, past the Dueling Peaks and more plains and plateaus, before the geography gets rougher and it comes up on a range of warm mesas.

On the route, he'll also notice some Sheikah-style towers with core columns glowing deep blue. He might be able to match them to two or three similar structures he saw on his previous flights, only the ones before were more orange and thus not much obviously glowing in the light of day.

If the drone keeps going, the mesas stretch on for a while, carving great dry canyons that many of the colorful dimorphic creatures he saw before by Death Mountain have made home. Eventually the air gets hotter and hotter, the dirt turn to sand, and the stone formations erode to great arches that open to an arid desert. The dunes stretch on and on as far as the eye can see.

There are a few buildings popped up around an oasis close by the canyons. Farther in the distance, a great walled city stands lone in the sand.

A desert storm brews towards the south.