The Rova Twins watched in idle amusement as Kaiver and Izzaz went at it-- Emesta with her usual placidity and Edwyn with his usual cheeky grin. As Izzaz turned his back on them and made his deliciously grumpy way towards the wind mill, the twins continued to remain silent and still. It wasn’t until after he had shot back his threat that the two looked at each other… and then promptly started to laugh. “I’m so scared~” Edwyn mocked. “What’s an old deserter like him going to do to us?” Emesta scoffed to her brother. The two calmed their giddy laughter as Kaiver posed his question. “We may inform them,” Edwyn said, his face growing a bit more serious. “But most likely we will tell Impa,” Emesta finished, “We Shiekah have our own laws when it comes to law-breaking dissenters.” “You needn’t worry about it, Ranger,” Edwyn smiled again, “We’ll keep an eye on him. I love following Uncle around whenever he’s in town.” “It’s great fun,” Emesta agreed, unsmiling. --- “Hmm,” Lethe stared at Cain-- less than pleased with his guff. She flitted around the Chilfos, examining the cloak, “The ring has an effect on clothing, yes, but a cloak will still be a cloak, Misplaced One. Just as… Frore… will still be Frore. “As for your weird hair, I wanted to be sure you were capable of handling items for longer than a few short seconds. Considering how carelessly you dropped my priceless artifact on the ground,” Lethe shot him an icy glare that was lost within her vibrant fairy light, but nonetheless evident in her tone of voice. Evidently, she’d been setting up her chance to point that out—no stranger to cutting remarks. "You seem to believe I am disrespecting you because of who you are,” Veitaru said, “I really don't care who you are or who sent you. We can work together as long as one condition is met, and then I will follow your orders to two steps past reason. I have established this condition. And you continue to ignore it, believing that I care more about who you are or who sent you-- DO. YOU. HAVE. A. LEAD? If you don't, that's ok, does the person sending you have a lead? “And seriously? You’re giving me the borrowing argument. [i]Gee, never he—“[/i] Before Veitaru had a chance to finish her sentence, the fairy, who had, up until then, been silent and still, made an instantaneous beeline for the girl’s face. Blue flames surrounded her tiny body. She almost appeared to be a small fireball hurtling towards Vei as she flew, stopping mere inches from her nose—just close enough for the heat of searing blue flames to warm her skin. “[i]You wish for a better explanation, Sly One?[/i]” Lethe seethed, the flames beginning to fade, “Well. Allow me to educate you, then. “Firstly, Farore is not a [i]person[/i]. She is a Goddess. Creator of the air you breath and earth you stand on. Secondly, [i]she[/i] has sent me to gather a very specific group of individuals. Why that isn’t enough for you, I really don’t know. If the Hero of Time had been half as rude as you I wonder if the legendary fairy Navi would have just left after waking him from his bed and quelling him to go to the Deku Tree without further explanation. “Ugh,” Lethe shook her head, performing a facepalm of her own, “Can the fate of Hyrule really depend on such a miserly girl…? My first task from the Goddess is to gather you all together and I’m on a tight schedule. I don’t have time to give you all the full spiel before I can tell you all what must be done. [b]Help me find those who I am looking for and then I will tell you all you wish to know. [/b]If that deal does not satisfy your terms, then feel free to walk away." She continued floating in front of Veitaru’s face—small bits of blue flame still pulsating around her—residue from her flared temper as she tried to calm herself, arms folded and eye brows knit together in frustration. It seemed she would not budge on her final offer and Vei's remarks had upset her immensely. “This is either the build up to the greatest joke that has ever been told, or the punchline is going to be so complicated that no one understands it," a voice then came to intrude yet again.