“So it’s jealousy, right?”, Archer had asked, as Veitaru had begun her journey towards them, “You secretly just want to learn how to stack the cards for yourself, don’t you?”
“I can most assuredly say I’ve no interest in learning to be deceptive as you.”
“[i]Deceptive[/i]?”, Archer heaved, leaning back and placing a hand to his breast in melodramatic mockery, “You think I’m deceptive, brother?”
“Most certainly,” Zephyrus replied, voice unwaveringly tepid in tone.
“Well… can you blame me? I mean, I [i]am[/i] a Sheikah.”
Zephyrus, suddenly, stopped in place. Archer did the same, albeit a few feet further back.
“You are half a Sheikah,” Zephyrus explained to him, coolly, “And only cite that fact when it’s of convenience to you.” 
“And how often is [i]that?[/i] The people around here look at us as if they’ve seen a ghost or s-”
“Hm?”

That was when Veitaru finally arrived, bumping innocuously against Zephyrus’ right shoulder, and drawing the attention of both brothers.
[i]"Oh! Sorry. I uh.. Have you seen any..."[/i] she’d begun, before Zephyrus had bowed towards her in a mannerly fashion, offering her a full view of his guandao in the process. 
“There’s no need to apologise,” he assured her, “The error was mine, for remaining stationary in a place of such keen movement.” 
“Yeah,” Archer agreed, “Isn’t he just the worst? So impolite.” 
Zephyrus turned to face him, coldly, and Archer raised his hands with a gentle laugh, “I’m [i]kidding.[/i]”
With a sigh, the Sheikah straightened up again, acknowledging Veitaru’s ethnicity only after first realising how very young she was. 

[i]"OHMYGOSH! That…”[/i] As she spoke, he threw his eyes about the place, surveying for any sign of parents on her trail.
There were none.
[i]"…Banner is AWESOME!"[/i]
Then, resultant of her outburst, Zephyrus turned his head to instead examine the pole-arm he bore, and Archer chuckled again: “Looks like you’ve got a fan, Sethy-”
“Zephyrus.”
“- See what I meant, now? Just let me teach you a couple of tricks and we’ll [i]run[/i] this town.”
Zephyrus shook his head without another word, and turned his attentions back to Veitaru, whom seemed almost elated at his “banner”-‘s presence. 
Archer found her enthusiasm to be quite heartening, but his brother was still wracked with silent concern. 
[i]"Oooh.. Uh.. Have you seen any fairies? I'm looking for one."[/i]

“Little one,” Zephyrus began, tone slightly more tender, “Where-”
And it was at that point Archer stepped between them, smiling some warm, magnetic smile.

Whilst it was true, both Archer [i]and[/i] Zephyrus, too, were orphans, Zephyrus had been in the fortunate enough position to have his mother pass when he was of a fairly responsible age. 
He hadn’t an inkling what it was like, then, to be ten and without a home nor a family, scrounging for your next meal: But Archer did. 
And he knew that it was depressing enough as it was, without some socially inept giant of a man reminding you of it. 

“Where…” Archer continued, from where Zephyrus had left of, “… did you get the idea that it was a banner? That right there is a guamdoe-”
“Guandao.”
“- is what I said. A [i]guandao[/i], a really good looking weapon! Show her what I mean, Sethy.”
“Zephyrus.”
Archer threw Zephyrus a somewhat irritated look, and- without needing to speak a word- Zephyrus suddenly became very aware of his brother’s intentions.
“… of course,” he relented, drawing his weapon slowly as Archer stepped to the side. 

Zephyrus held it out at arm’s length, and the red rag which’d been coiled around the guandao’s body unfurled itself, like the ragged flag of a desolate ship. 
Then, he span it in three quick circles- releasing a few short rushes of cool air in the process- before stabbing it into the ground, for Veitaru to examine. 
Archer put his hands on his waist, unimpressed. 
“Is that it?”
“I am not a patron of theatrics, as you are.”
“You mean you can’t look good, like I do?”
Zephyrus stared at Archer in silence for a few long moments, before Archer relented, and made his way to Veitaru. He knelt beside her. 

“As for seeing any fairies… I can’t say we have. But if you’ve lost one, we can help you look for it, if you’d like. Isn’t that right, Sethy?”
Zephyrus didn’t respond: His eyes had settled on the hasty retreat of a very specific Hylian.
“Zephyrus?”
“That gentleman looks somewhat dubious.”
“You mean he looks suspicious?”, Archer asked, following his gaze. Zephyrus nodded.
“Why do you think that?”, Archer pushed further.
“The way he was walking is most suspect.”
“How so?”
“Because he was walking like you would.”
Archer opened his mouth to protest, hesitated, and then sighed, lowering his head.
“Screw you, man,” was all he mustered.