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Felicia stood frozen before the path leading towards the graveyard. Behind her, the festivities loudly continued. Behind her, Kamo manned her stall full of fish by her wagon full of fish from her home, where the business she inherited from her great uncle was slowly but surely on it's way to becoming an empty building with a pool in the back. From behind a nearby house she had just witnessed a number of strange persons enter the graveyard. By the time she'd drawn near, she first saw two men enter, bickering like an old married couple, or perhaps brothers. She imagined them visiting the grave of their mother or father or something like that. 

Then there was the child. Felicia didn't want to think about who they might be visiting. 

The final pair had been what appeared to be a very limber old man and a little red-headed girl with rounded ears. A gerudo child, perhaps? What Felicia had found more odd, however, was the cheery sort of run the old man had as he dashed down the path and out of sight. It had made her chuckle, she had to admit. Maybe he was paying his wife a visit?

[i][color=6a9375]I guess I better see what this is all about,[/color][/i] she attempted to mentally coach herself. But if she was being completely honest with herself, she didn't want to go. Maybe she wanted to go a little bit before, but now-- with all those people in there.... Why were so many people headed to the graveyard on a day like today anyway? She'd never taken the Hero of Time Festival to be the sort of holiday you visited dead loved ones on. The thought suddenly occurred to her that she might not have been the only person to hear that voice.

She scratched her shoulder, a nervous habit. But what if that assumption was wrong? How would she find out? She couldn't just waltz up to one of them and say [color=6a9375][i]"Hey, have you been hearing a voice in your head? 'Cuz I have!"[/i][/color] But if she was right, what were they all supposed to be doing there? In a graveyard, no less? Was it all an elaborate ruse? Were spells like this very common? Should she tell Sir Halbert or one of the guards or something? Exactly how many people had the voice contacted? What if she decided [i]not[/i] to go? The questions were practically pouring out her ears. She took a deep breath and adjusted her hat. 

The questions were only going to keep coming the longer she stood there. She was suddenly grateful she had decided to take Derrick's old training sword with her. It made her feel a little safer-- just a little. Stifling an inappropriately timed yawn, Felicia stepped forward towards the graveyard. [color=6a9375]Here we go....[/color]