From the mountains a chorus sang, deep and throaty, to the tune of an upbeat tune of the forest. It sounded as if thunder rolled in the daytime, with the anthem of the Gorons marching down from Goron City along the path to death mountain. Nearly two dozen in number, they came bringing packs and satchels of bombs and gems, carts of goods to trade at the Hero of Time Festival, lumbering down the rocky path like a stampede of Ordon goats with their heavy footfalls and their ballad of singing in unison. But one could not question that their cadence was a happy and joyous one, even with their baritone bellows of song, as they happily marched down to Kakariko Village to partake in the festivities. Among the throng of browns and tans of the Goron people, a green speck cast itself out clear as the sunny day from on high, a leaf floating upon the living landslide. A small, Kokiri girl of rusty red hair sat upon the shoulders of one of the massive Gorons, clad in the emerald attire of her people, playing jovial notes into her pan flute as the troupe descended upon the gates, crushing Tektite easily underfoot in their gait.

[i]"Here we are, here we are, here we are to-day at Kakariko~!
...Village Festival~!
We will sell, goods and wares, Rupees hand and fist, in the name of Link~!
...Hero of Time ~!
Rocks and gems, bombs and blades, we will trade~!
...Jars and pots, steel ingots, we will buy~!
...Dance and sing, joy we'll bring, fun we'll have~!
Drinking and merrymaking at the Hero of Time Grand Festival~!"[/i]

The words to the Goron's anthem could be heard more clearly as they approached the mountain gates, laughing and singing to a celebrated song of the forest, although their singing could be heard in Kakariko since their outset from Goron City. The large band lumbered through the gates, barrels and sacks of precious valuables overshoulder, the rumbling of the carts and stomping of weighted feet nearly drowning out their friendly passing greetings to the brave men at the gate... who must feel quite sore in the morning from so many slaps on the back. Mila could not help but feel the excitement as well as she continued to play, her eyes smiling and head bobbing back and forth from upon one of the Goron's shoulders as her golden fairy swayed about her head. She eagerly stuffed her flute into her travel pack and hopped gracefully from the gigantic creature's shoulders, taking swift steps to keep pace with their long legs.
"Thank you for the passage down here, Gongoro!" she shouted to be heard over the din of the Goron's cheering and hollering as they stepped foot into Kakariko Village.
"It was my pleasure, Little Sister!" he triumphantly boomed in response, "Thank [i]you[/i] for those fiery forest songs you play so well!" Mila simply giggled and smiled at him as she bounced down the steps. The mass of Gorons, commotion coming to an end, dispersed among the crowd to join the festival, setting up their booths, inspecting the curiosities and exotic wares the other races were peddling, and joining in a game or two. Mila toddled by Gongoro's side as he lolled toward the booths, her eyes peeled for the one she had reserved two weeks in advanced. 
"This one! It's this one, Brother!" she said ecstatically, pointing at an empty wooden stand and tugging on his loincloth. The giant strode over to where she had pointed, and set down the burlap sack he had been carrying over his other shoulder.
"Fair winds and smooth roads!" he called with a simple wave as he stomped away to find another booth of his own.
"Fair winds and smooth roads!" Mila called back. She looked over the bustling village for a moment. The excited faces of children, rushing around fighting with wooden swords. The mingling merchants, haggling for more Rupees on a sale. The gossiping ladies standing in circles, and the men joking and drinking pints of ale. It was nice to see this kind of joy in times like this. Rare, almost. 

Hardship was everywhere, she had seen it, especially within Zora's Domain, which she had been two years before. It wasn't apparent, at least not, yet, and not to everyone else who didn't have as long of life spans as the Kokiri. The Kokiri children were nothing if but patient and quite good at seeing things coming in advance. The fire may be a long ways down the road, but Mila could already see the smoke. The overfishing at Lake Hylia and food shortage at Zora's domain would affect the sales of fish, which would affect the market. The market would affect the prosperity of Hyrule Castle Town, which would affect how much the Gerudo bandits are able to swindle. Less Rupees for the Gerudo would make them desperate, increasing the bandit attacks, increasing the castle guard, but no Rupees means less pay and eventually, within a decade or so, Hyrule Castle would enter a depression. That is, if no one were to find a solution. And such were her life's work already. Mila, being gifted with longevity, was given the boon of foresight. She would often speak to the Hyrule council on such matters, and they never really listened, but sometimes she could solve these problems before they really did become real tragedies. But today was not a day for such worries. Today was a mystical, magical day in celebration of the Hero of Time! Mila hummed a tune to herself as she set to work building her booth, beginning by opening the sack that Gongoro had been kind enough to carry down with him.
[i]"So what has Farore spoken to you of last night?"[/i] her sprite fairy, Shila, piped up as she pulled out various items from the sack. Iron cauldron, a stand, some rope, charcoal, paints.
"The same thing she has spoken of every night for the past moon cycle," Mila said simply, tying the rope around the cauldron using simple knots.
[i]"Does it not worry you in the slightest what it could mean?"[/i] Shila questioned cautiously.
"No." Mila threw one end of the rope over the booth, taking to work on the stand for the cauldron, standing it up with care.
[i]"Well, it worries me. How can you be so accepting of this great responsibility you know nothing of?"[/i] Mila scurried to the other end of the booth, grunting as she hefted the cauldron up on her makeshift pulley.
"I trust that Farore is cognizant of what she does and that she speaks of what she must. Have faith, Shila. The Goddesses are watching over us today. I don't believe that Farore would ever steer me toward danger if I were unprepared to handle the task." The cauldron in place, Mila shuffled back over to it to begin spreading out the charcoal.
[i]"You know I worry for the both of us because you never seem to. Faith is foolish if it is unfounded, after all,"[/i] she warned as she flitted about the lonely wooden booth. With a few flicks of her fire starter, the embers began to take beneath the iron cauldron, and Mila dug into her pack for her bag of Deku Seeds.
"My faith [i]is[/i] founded, Shila. It is founded in my trust and belief in the divinity of the Goddess of Courage, Giver of Life and Oracle of Secrets." Cupping a few seeds in her hands, she took one in her thumb and forefinger and pressed it against the wood.

A green, glowing mist wafted over her hands as the seed began to grow and take root, spreading a healthy ivy over the frame of the booth. Mila's eyes gleamed a brighter emerald green as she muttered inaudibly under her breath, the roots and greenery wrapping around the booth like wisteria. She continued to do this with each seed until soon her booth had taken on the appearance of a bushy hedge, providing a canopy of shade over the wooden booth, touching all but the front sign attached to the counter. Mila looked up to her fairy and smiled.
"Let's just try to enjoy ourselves today, okay? It's a day of celebration, not misgivings! Just have fun!" Mila took a brush from the sack and dipped it into some red paint, sure to pop out against the fantastical green her booth was now covered in.
[i]Kokiri Potions
~~~~~~~~~~~[/i]
Mila was quite pleased with her cleanly painted font, even drawing the sleek design of the Kokiri Emerald on the sign to stand out. She hopped back behind her booth and set on a cauldron of hot ChuChu jelly, prepared to take orders and make people smile. A strange scent of mushrooms, berries, onions, and herbs began to fill the air along with the violet colored smoke that arose from the cauldron. The Kokiri girl took a step stool and began to lean against the counter, giving her sales pitch.
"Come one, come all! Freshly brewed potions for your delight! Everyone needs something to keep them going when the going gets rough! A magic brew to lift your spirits, heal your heart, recharge your body, come one, come all! Straight from the home of Link and into your bottles! Cure your ills, heal what ails ya! Good enough for the Hero of Time, good enough for anyone! Come one, come all! Magic potions, right here!"