Ganondorf…. Lethe frowned at the mentioning of the name-- a name that wasn’t heard very often and was very rarely spoken of well. Even among the many festivities celebrating his defeat that day, most simply referred to him as the Evil Gerudo King or something of that denomination. But why was this child bringing him up? Was it merely to get her point across or did she know something Lethe did not? 

Lethe decided not to dwell on it too much. Cain seemed to have done a good job coaxing the young girl to help and Lethe didn’t want to derail the conversation by discussing a villain that was long gone. Besides, she didn’t much like how the Sly One was speaking to her.

“My orders come directly from the Goddess Farore herself,” Lethe declared, floating a little higher with her chin held high, “Must I really explain myself, child? We fairy folk do not mingle with the likes of you unless we have a good reason to. A [i]very[/i] good reason. Like Navi of old I am here to do Farore’s bidding—and I intend to do the best I can.”

With an indignant snort she flitted over to Frore and took the ring from his clumsy ice fingers. “Now,” she started to explain whilst she carefully tied the ring around one of his fingers, “The first thing I’m going to need is a suitable disguise for Cold One here. This ring will turn Cold One into a Hylian, but he won’t blend in very well unless he has suitable clothes… and by that I mean he can’t just go trouncing around in a black cloak…. “

“Sly One,” Lethe called to the girl, finishing the knot and spinning around to face her, “I’m going to need you to get him something to wear….”

Sucking her teeth, Lethe hummed fretfully to herself, realizing how contradicting such a command was after her prior statement, “Just to be clear… it isn’t petty theft. It’s borrowing. We’ll return it once we’ve finished using it… and it’s for a good cause. A [i]very[/i] good cause. I would change him into a Zora or Goron or something without clothes but…. The Zora procession has yet to arrive, so he would stick out….

“And the Gorons are super close knit so they’d probably be all like…,” Lethe’s voice went as deep as she could possibly make it go in order to imitate that of a burly Goron, “Yo, Brother! Who the Chasupa are you?”

She sighed heavily, “Whatever. You get the idea…. M.O., are you capable of… picking things up? Or anything? Other than being a big looming shadow that can talk? He’s going to need shoes as well.”

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“Eh heh heh,“ Matt shook Jira’s hand, laughing nervously as any sane person likely would in such a predicament. Nonetheless, he seemed relatively impressed, “Did you come up with that? You sure got a way with words and rhymes."

The young girl sitting behind the Lon Lon Ranch booth had long since lowered her Cuccoo-- staring at Jira as if transfixed. Suddenly, she nimbly jumped down from her stool, nestled her calm little pet Cucco under one arm, and ran over. She grabbed the side of Matt’s pants and her face flushed red as she stammered, partially hiding behind his leg. 

“Can… uhm… can you do one for me? C-can you do a song for me?" she asked coyly. 

"Heh," Matt smiled apologetically, lightly ruffling her hair, "Romani, you can't ask him to write you a free song. Sorry, honey." He glanced back up at Jira, "You don't have to if you don' want to. She knows that." Romani frowned, looking even more embarrassed for having asked.