Worries for Linda and her shaken demeanor more or less put to rest, Felicia warned them what to do in case the masked bobblehead salesman returned and waved them goodbye. Normally it was her way to remain at her stall during the entirety of the festival, but she had a feeling that when the whispering voice told her to go to the festival—it meant to actually [i]go to[/i] the festival. 

A distraught growl from her gut provided her further cause to join the wave of people perusing the revelries. Her nerves quite often prevented her from eating—as they had that very morning—and although she still had much to be nervous about, Felicia forced herself to temporarily swallow her anxieties in order to stay her mouth from watering at all the delicious smells wafting through the air. While she made her way down the street, a flash of gold armor caught her eye. Her breath caught in her throat and she nearly turned around to head back to her stall right there.

Sir Halbert blinked down at her in surprise, “Mrs. Wolfsfeld?”

“Sir Halbert…,” she nodded, forgoing the notion of attempting a smile. A dark memory better left forgotten began to boil towards the surface of her mind. She felt herself mentally recoil from it and she winced, looking away.
“It’s… good to see you out and about,” he smiled cautiously, “How have you been?”
“Well enough,” she answered quietly.
“That’s good,” he sighed, sounding somewhat relieved, “Well… anyways, I must get back to work. I’ll see you around I’m sure.” 

Felicia barely managed a “goodbye” as Sir Halbert passed her to continue on his way. It had been a fair number of years since she last spoke to him… not much had changed, it seemed. It felt like it was only yesterday that he was over for dinner and everyone was laughing and having a good time… and that was the problem. 

Shaking her head free of her retentions, Felicia attempted to continue her search for food, skirting around the odd salesman’s dance circle and making her way towards the stalls that sold cooked things rather than ingredients. Candy corn, sweet bread, funnel cakes, several things on sticks… Felicia stared broodingly at one particular stand vending candied apples. 

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Lethe pursed her lips at Cain’s mentioning of Sir Halbert. He and the Cold One were either extremely skilled or extremely overconfident. Either way, if they were indeed as capable as the Misplaced One seemed to allude, they could prove to be more of a help rather than a hindrance-- which would be a nice surprise and a relief considering Lethe was already quite troubled over how carelessly they’d stirred things up back in town. 

She frowned slightly as she watched the exchange of her ring between Cain and Frore. Perhaps she’d made a fatal mistake in trusting these two with her second most prized possession. It was at this moment, whilst she awkwardly stared at the poor oaf of a Chilfos attempting to pick up the small indigo ring, that what appeared to be a young child came shooting out of Kakariko Graveyard’s hidden tunnel. Instictually, the once seemingly fearless fairy gulped down a mouthful of air and darted behind Frore for protection.

She peeked out shrewdly from behind Frore’s cloaked shoulder. A shiekah child? No… a gerudo child? She floated out a small ways from behind Frore, wary to stay close to him should the child become enthralled by the sight of a fairy and happen to be wielding an empty bottle... not an uncommon occurrence for her. 

“Hello, little one,” Cain greeted, “Looks like you're not afraid of the unusual. Could you be someone we are looking for?”

Lethe furrowed her brow, staring fixedly at the girl as she hovered. She didn't seem like the hyperactive fairy snatching type, but she did seem familiar. “Wait a tick…,” Lethe muttered, floating nearer to the girl, but still keeping a cautious distance. 

“Huh!’ she scoffed, “Actually, I think you may be right, M.O. Although, I must say, Sly One, this isn’t at all how I imagined I would find you… you weren’t really trying to sneak up on us, were you?”