[center][h2][color=00aeef]Roa[/color][/h2]
[i][color=808080]Castle Town, Green District[/color][/i][/center]

Roa's heart pounded as she fought her panic down for the third time in the last ten minutes. She was beginning to suspect that she was lost, navigation on land being much harder than navigation in the waters of her home. [i][color=00aeef]How can anyone find their way if they cannot see it from above??[/color][/i] She was having little luck staving off panic. Queen Zelda herself had called upon her for help, and she couldn't even follow directions right! She looked down at the hastily scribbled note, and squinted at the poorly written Hylian. Maybe she could be forgiven for that last bit...

She turned a corner and winced as the rain once again pelted her, the cold droplets like needles on her skin. "[color=00aeef]Why did it have to rain now, of all days?[/color]" Shielding her eyes from the rain, she pressed on down the street, even as the wind threatened to throw her to the street. A chill ran down her spine as a thought struck her, driving her forward as fast as she could manage. [i][color=00aeef]Is this is the Goddesses trying to keep King Rolo from the Queen?[/color][/i]. Distracted as she was, she barely avoided missing the only darkened bar in what seemed like the entire city. She looked at the weather-worn sign, the same markings on the note. She whispered a prayer in thanks before turning the handle, and finding it locked.

Shock gave way to caution, and Roa cast her gaze back out to the street, ensuring she was alone. It seemed none buy her were foolish enough to weather a trip through the storm's rage. She knelt before the door, looking at the lock on the door. Like much of the Green District, it was badly worn and made cheaply. "[color=00aeef]Maybe...[/color]" Roa closed her eyes and concentrated. In the back of her mind she fondly remembered the contest of trickery she and her magical instructor had towards the final day of her training. A glowing key, as fragile as glass, formed in her hand and she pushed it into the lock and turned it as gently as she could, but it wouldn't budge. a little more forcefully, and she could feel it about to break when-

"[color=00aeef]Meaning in all things.[/color]" Roa mumbled, staring at the fading, broken stub of a key and an open bar door. the Zora pushed her daydreams to the back of her mind as she quietly stepped into the darkened room. "[color=00aeef]Hello?[/color]" Roa could barely hear herself over the roar of the storm, it's icy needles repelled by the bar's roof. She shivered as she remembered her heat-sapped body. There was a dim light in the back, so the Priestess made her way towards the door, leaving behind a trail of wet footprints in the noise and darkness. She passed through the empty frame and froze, staring at a singular, [i][b]massive[/b][/i] silhouette obscuring the dim light source. Her heart in her throat, she couldn't keep the uncertainty out of her voice. "[color=00aeef]Telma?[/color]"