[h1][color=palegreen][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/lzdCZJD.jpg[/img]
Phanna Lon Lon - Lon Lon Tavern[/center][/color][/h1][center][url=https://youtu.be/Mmy9f2roRP4?t=14s]Tavern Music[/url][/center]

[color=khaki]"Another round over here!"[/color]
[center][color=pink]"Ah! Right away!"[/color][/center]
[right][color=skyblue]"Wha! Hey Phanna be more careful!"[/color][/right]
[color=palegreen]"Sorry Uncle Ingo!"[/color]

The Lon Lon Tavern was a hub of activity, even moreso given the heavy rains of the night. Music filled the air as musicians played their instruments in a small corner stage, while busy barmaids ran back and forth serving drinks and food to townsfolk and travelers alike- spilling drinks and celebrating loudly in equal parts. Candles and torches bore on overhead chandeliers hung well above the reach of most people to avoid accidents, and gave a dim but warm glow to the fine dark woods of the tavern itself.

As the people celebrated, a small head of hair bobbed as it weaved back and forth between the tables, spinning without much a care in the world. Malon had decided that the rain was too heavy and treacherous for them to return home in, so the sisters had decided to spend the night at their uncle Ingo's tavern. The Lon Lon Tavern had been opened by Ingo about a decade ago- Talon and Ingo, while close friends, did not get along when it came to how to run businesses, so for the sake of their friendship, Ingo had decided to leave for Castle Town and start his own business. With Talon's blessings, Ingo decided to name the tavern after the famed beauty of Talon's daughter Malon, and the name brought many a folk to its doors. 

Malon herself sat at the corner of the bar, conversing with one of the barmaids as she ignored the attentions of some half-dozen suitors, While Ingo wiped at the bar, mugs, and his forehead with the same dirty rag. Phanna was [i]technically[/i] helping, carrying plates full of drinks and food to the various tables around the tavern, but from her vantage point she could never tell which table was which, and ended up delivering food and drink to the wrong table more than half of the time, only for another barmaid to swoop in at the last minute and redirect the refreshments to its correct destination. No one seemed to care that much though- all the patrons were drunk and having a good time, and business was going so well that Ingo could entertain his nieces for at least a little while.

Phanna had just finished her 3rd fully successful delivery of food and drinks when Zelda's voice came ringing through her head. Or at least, she thought it was Zelda, the voice said it was Zelda didn't it? Skipping over to where her adoptive sister was, she tugged at Malon's hand, drawing her somewhat bored attention away from yet another suitor. 

[color=lavender]"Oh, Phanna, how are you little one?"[/color] Malon asked warmly. Since discovering that her adoptive sister was in fact a centuries old, Malon had opted to call her 'little one', referencing Phanna's size, as opposed to little sister, which just felt weird at this point. Though, despite Phanna's age, she definitely still acted like a little sister.

[color=palegreen]"Queen Zelda is a good person right?"[/color] Phanna asked, her head cocking slightly to the side.

[color=lavender]"Oh, uh well of course she is!"[/color] Malon replied, her eyebrows arching in confusion and curiosity. 

[color=palegreen]"So we should listen to what she says right?"[/color] Phanna said as a follow up question. 

[color=lavender]"Well yes, I should sure hope so. Phanna what- Ah, coming uncle!"[/color] Malon's attention wavered for a moment as she turned to look at her uncle. By the time she returned her gaze, Phanna had already left. 
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The Green district was Castle Town's slum- though Phanna was blissfully unaware of any potential dangers, skipping brazenly down the center of the street through the rain. Though her travel clothes had a hood, she didn't bother wearing it, enjoying the feeling of the rain against her skin. Long had she traded the signature green garb of the kokiri, for the red, blues and browns of typical hylian garb. Now, she appeared like any other Hylian child, as opposed to an ageless kokiri. 

Not knowing where Telma's Bar was in the Green District, it wasn't long before Phanna was completely lost. Luckily, a bout of commotion nearby helped her find her way. There were already several people at or around the bar. A big ole goron and a skinny man stood across the street, while a lady with a flaming sword spoke to a bush. There was also a blonde hylian lady who also wore armor, but this one was emblazoned with the crest of Hyrule, marking her as a guard.

Trotting straight up to the guard lady, Phanna craned her neck upwards to get a look at the woman. [color=palegreen]"Hi miss! Queen Zelda told me to find the well behind Telma's bar. Do you know where that is?"[/color]