The fairy child's eyes lit up as the cloaked figure transcended the festival in an ethereal flash of light, a slight smile curling at her lips. She knew the spell, had seen it before. It was one of the Divine Three. Farore's Wind. It would take quite the skilled mage to execute such an intricate spell, one chosen by the Goddesses themselves. The voices in the night had been correct in leading her here, but was there ever any doubt? She allowed herself to become excited at the prospect, thrilled to see that her good faith would soon come to light in what would ultimately be her most important responsibility realized. Her sisters had waved off her claims of hearing Farore speak to her in the wee hours of darkness, but how they were wrong! Today, at the Hero of Time Festival, she would meet her destiny much like the legendary Link had done eons before her own eons, like a real adventurer! And then the dancing started. Mila perked her head quizzically at the prancing charlatan, and giggled as a small mob had begun to follow his antics. Of course his silly little dance wouldn't ward off evil spirits, but she would pay ten Rupees if only to keep watching him twirl around like the village fool, so she guessed it was a pretty decent business strategy. The festival was full of his ilk, after all, devoid of the spirit of the Hero of Time with the goal of swindling as much money as they could from eager wallets. The only thing that truly surprised her was that he didn't take his time to don an emerald tunic much like everyone else did. It was slightly comforting, if not a little strange. Mila always wore green, almost every day. It was her favorite color... although that wasn't claiming much. Most Kokiri's favorite color happened to be green. But why was that? A product of her upbringing, perhaps? Her ears perked at the sound of slamming door, and her eyes darted toward the old man's caravan. Her eyebrows creased in frown when a lump formed in her throat. She didn't like seeing her friend so upset. Such a kind old man should have much less to worry about in his twilight years than the gallivanting of haughty soldiers. 

She wished to follow him and console him, and took a step forward to do so when a glint of gold swayed sparkling before her vision.
[i]"Milaaaa..."[/i] she chided, [i]"You're customer?"[/i] Mila became flush, her face as red as her hair as she grinned sheepishly.
"Oh! You're right! I was getting ahead of myself." Shila let out a sigh, quite accustomed to this behavior. Mila was quite the handful. Rambunctious as always, there was never enough of her to go around. It would take three Milas to accomplish everything the one set out to do in a single day. She always had good intentions, but always tried to spread herself too thin, and it didn't help that her curiosity was easily earned and attention many times more difficult to keep. Mila scampered back to her stall and clambered up to the counter again, once more climbing to sit at the edge and kick her feet in rhythm.
"I'm sorry about that!" she exclaimed rather unapologetically, "My sisters tell me that I'm sort of hyperactive..." Joking and fanciful wonder aside, Mila was ready to do business.
"So a Kaboom Potion is what you're after? Well... Ooookaaayy... But only if you promise that you'll only use it against monsters!" she pouted. "My Kaboom Potion is stronger than a Goron Powderkeg at the fraction of the cost! It's good for making clearings of rocky roads, protecting yourself from Stalfos in the night, and a teaspoon before bed can even ease a heart murmur! In theory..." she trailed off.

"I'll be right back!" she exclaimed, hopping behind her counter and starting to rummage around in the burlap sack Gongoro had dropped off with her.
"Warriors and hunters will smear this on their arrowheads, making for an explosive surprise any beast would come to rue the day of!" she chimed as she pulled out what she was looking for. A pair of thick rawhide gloves that covered her tiny hands, an apron of the same material, and some protective goggles which she strapped to her forehead. Safety first! And one more thing: a scrap of parchment. Looking like a little girl trying to play 'blacksmith', Mila jumped back upon her step stool and slid the paper towards the odd, spindly... man? She didn't know what he was. Sounded like a man.
"I'll need you to sign this before I can sell you Kaboom Potion. It's the standard form, I'm sure you know..." taking a deep breath, Mila continued to go over her waiver all in one sentence. "Kokiri Potions specifically Mila is not responsible for any harm caused by the user of this product to include accidental overdose burns dismemberment maiming and any other grave injuries incurred to include the injuries of others when using this product for its intended purpose or any other purpose for which the product was not intended for do not drop the potion shake the potion or otherwise jostle the potion while in transit don't subject the potion to extreme heat or cold or other liquids and potions and harsh sunlight don't ingest more than one tablespoon per every three days side effects may include flatulence stomach pain ulcers mood swings and immediate exploding death if any of these symptoms persist longer than one day consult your local doctor or shaman by signing this form you are accepting all responsibility upon receipt of the product. [i]Guuh![/i]" Mila swallowed a lung full of air, becoming light-headed at her standard business practice. Afterwards, she stuck out a gloved hand, expecting payment and a container with which to keep the concoction in.
"That'll be thirty five Rupees, please~!" she sang with a genuine smile. "It'll be ready in a few hours! Why don't you enjoy the festival while you wait?"