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Across the blazing morning skyline of Kakariko Village flitted the tiniest sliver of indigo light—unnatural in both movement and color. Upon closer inspection and through squinted eyes, the small orb of white and indigo light housed what appeared to be a small woman no larger than one’s little finger. If you were willing to risk overexposing your eyes you might even notice a pair of shining gold irises betwixt her indigo bangs, long, pointed ears, and translucent, insect-like wings. 

She was much more natural than the bustling multitudes below, however… filled with fat, sticky children wearing traditional Kokiri garb; most of them rotten little creatures with a never-ending sense of self-entitlement to every single little thing that catches their fancy. Lethe knew this only because she had experienced it first hand—literally. Well, perhaps she was a little bias, but after searching for almost two years (all the while being grabbed, jarred, and nearly squashed) you probably would be a little bias, too.

“Stupid… little… why did I even fly down there in the first place…,” she grumbled, cursing herself with words she knew she ought never say aloud. She had spotted a young child crouching in an alleyway—seemingly in distress, or so Lethe had supposed. Playing hide and seek and giggling quietly to oneself could convincingly make someone look as though they were sobbing from so high up and far away. It’d taken her a good half an hour just to get the sticky sugar out of her long indigo hair and the fine threads of her tea length dress…. 

As for her reason for being in town at all during such a dreadfully crowded day….

Lethe perched herself atop the look out tower where a languid guard snoozed with his head in his hands. It was her favorite place to rest whenever she was in town. As one of the smallest persons in Hyrule, she found it amusing to look down on everyone. Not to mention, it was particularly helpful when it came to people finding. Today, however, she was looking for quite a few people rather than just one—some of which she wasn’t sure she really wanted to find at all. Nursing her long indigo tresses, she released an indignant snort. [i]I’m not even sure I would consider some of these ‘people’ people at all,[/i] she thought wryly to herself. 

In spite of her feelings, however, these were orders from the Goddess herself and after being exiled for such a long time, Lethe knew she oughtn’t pass up this opportunity to redeem herself. Diving from the wooden railing of the tower, a tail of disjointed fragments of light trailed behind her. Difficult to spot for anyone that wasn’t looking up or over the village from a higher vantage point, Lethe flew steadily past the windmill and towards the entrance to the graveyard—deciding to begin a more thorough sweep there. Those who did spot her would very likely wonder at the rare, unusual site of a fairy so far from the Lost Woods or a fairy fountain. 

“She said they’d be easy to find,” Lethe grumbled, “but the least she could have done is give me a better description of what they looked like… the cold one… the old one… the loud one... the fish one... the noble one... the sly one...." There were so many and all she had was the vague silhouette of an image in her mind. She released a sigh, glancing left and right for anyone that might fit into the descriptions she had. If she was to be fully honest with herself, however, she was a bit bias in her search-- hoping to find one individual in particular. 

The green one.... her eyes focused on the many children running past. They were all garbed in green, but she felt certain that the green one was a real Kokiri child. Looking down at shins and knees, Lethe was soon scarcely paying any attention to her other surroundings. Namely the lurking figure in the shadows-- a lanky being in a deep purple cloak with a long wooden staff and pale legs and bare feet protruding from a long, dingy looking tunic. The dark mouth of the figure's hood followed the fairy from an alleyway for some time before, with the passing of a festival-goer, it completely vanished-- the memory of it's presence like no more that ghostly vision....