Having the opportunity to sell just three pieces of her magically crafted pottery was laughably easy, especially after an austere looking woman magnificently approached their table, a timid foot servant following in her shadow and practically falling over himself to answer to any of her demands. She inspected the remaining dishes with a severe grey stare, giving Zanya the impression of a bird of prey sizing up it's next meal, before she demanded to be the owner of such fine workmanship in a reedy nasal voice. By the time the woman had left, haughty nose pointed up and servant stumbling under the combined weight of the remainder of the plates, bowls, and vases, the Zora was almost positive that the lady had been quite delusional... Or obnoxiously full of herself and her riches. She almost wished a thief upon her money pouch before she bit back the unkind thought and simply sighed with relief at her absence, turning back just as her brother locked away the rupees they had just earned into a metal chest of his own making

"I'll lock up the rest o'the wares myself." Beorn rumbled with a broad smile, patting the top of the supply box with a massive hand. "You best be scootin'if you plan on doing anything fun before the prints arrives." He chuckled as this provoked a brilliant smile on to his sister's face.

"I shall gladly repay you! Thank you Beorn!" Zanya trilled delightedly, stepping forward to give her Goron brother one last squeeze before she pivoted and integrated herself within the throng, losing herself among the masses as she filled her senses with all there was to be offered.

When she had first arrived in Clock Town, Zanya could make out no more than a forest of torsos and the momentary glimpses of buildings through a break in the crowd. This time around the streets, she was able to glean little more than the same, but with a few well-placed elbows, a carful pivot or two, she was able to observe so much more than she had before. Happily wandering through the variety of stalls and performances, the time bled away at a steady pace. Before she knew it, the clock had almost reached the noon day hour and the crowds predictably began to flow in the direction of the South gate, the excitement creating a tangible electricity in the air. Allowing herself to be swept along with the concourses of humans and sprinkling of other races, Zanya quickly found herself standing among a crowd that had pressed in close against the invisible boundaries of the road.

"this won't do.... I'm too short to see over most of these people." She grumbled quietly, arching up onto tiptoes, twisting this way and that, but succeeded in improving her view no more than an inch or two at any given time, the space quickly swallowed up by shoulders in a heartbeat. Frowning gently, she swiveled on the spot, gaze scanning the surrounding buildings for promising looking ledges. Spying an open space close to the base of the clock tower, she ducked and weaved through flailing limbs at a steady trot, reaching the space with only seconds to spare before the clock let out a boom to announce the hour. Momentarily glancing towards a couple of men that had chosen the same location, Zanya lowered her hands from where they had been covering her ear holes to block out the deafening sound and eagerly focused her attention in the direction of the gate, heart leaping with excitement as the trumpet sounded.

Someone grabbed her suddenly from behind, lifting her into the air. The screen that had begun to build in her throat left in a huff only a moment later however as she was carefully placed onto a familiar shoulder, her brother offering her a cheeky grin that she returned, adding an additional smack on the top of his head. It didn't do much beyond making her own hand smart, but it was worth it to feel the rumble of a chuckle from beneath her legs.

Movement promptly caught her attention away from her convenient perch, dark gaze focusing on the steadily marching collection of knights that were making their way down the street, dazzled by the gleaming array of gold , silver, Scarlets, and silks. They were fascinating and strange, displaying the years of accrued wealth literally on their sleeves, as much different from the humans that surrounded them as the Goron's of the mountains. They carried a disconcerting aura about them, enhanced by the strange bone ornaments that they displayed, and something about the whole thing made Zanya uneasy. But the feeling was quickly shoved to the back of her mind, her hands clapping together along with the multitude, admiring the Prince's handsome smile and the graceful arch of his steed's neck. Perhaps the feeling was only kindled because of the years of absence of the race before them, or in the dark contrasts of the eyesockets in the skulls that they wore as helmets, but whatever the reason, she did her best to simply enjoy the excitement of such an arrival.