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 “The money is really going to help out my family. Thanks for letting me come along with you to the HOT Festival, Ms. Felicia.”

“The “Hot” Festival? Is that what the kids are calling it now? …heh…,” Felicia stifled a yawn as she glanced over the booth—several fish were laid out to sell as well as a few of her specialty lures. The fish prices were so high… normally Felicia would be ashamed, but with the major supply and demand problem that had been going on at Lake Hylia lately… she had little choice. She’d already been verbally attacked for closing her fishing pond to the public due to so many people taking advantage of it. If she’d kept it open one more week, Felicia was certain it would have become nothing more than a large, barren, oversized puddle. She stifled yet another yawn. 

Linda, the enthusiastic young teen she’d hired to help, gave her a concerned backwards glance as she fixed the sign advertising fishing equipment rentals, “Are you alright? You look crazy tired. Are you tired?”

The answer was yes without a doubt. The luxury of a good night’s sleep had once again abandoned her and been replaced by nerves and nightmares. As if that weren’t enough, Felicia felt certain that her mind was [i]really[/i] coming undone now. Every night for the last month—the same voice. The same message. And the same unexplainable feeling in her gut that told her to listen to it. 

“I’m fine,” Felicia muttered, absentmindedly scratching her shoulder. Linda shot her a doubtful look, to which Felicia attempted to reassuringly smile—something she really appeared to be getting rusty at doing. The disturbed creasing of Linda’s brow only seemed to confirm this. 
“I really am fine. I’m serious!” she shrugged, “Anyways… why don’t you go ahead and take a look around before it gets really busy and prices start to go up. I’ll take the first shift…. Hey Kamo!”

Felicia called to a young, skinny, dark haired man staring up at the sky and leaning up against her cart, which was a ways behind all the stalls where most of the vendors were instructed to leave them. “Do you want to check out the booths with Linda?” The boy glanced at his pretty blue-haired coworker before quickly shaking his head no and turning away. Felicia noticed the slightest trace of red in the boy’s ears, but said nothing, simply turning back to Linda. “Go ahead,” she shrugged, to which Linda thanked her gleefully and absconded to see the many wares. 

Felicia took a seat in the shade behind her booth, drumming her fingernails on the counter just behind the sign that read “FRESH FISH! Only 50 rupees for a small!” Kamo soon joined her, sitting as still and quiet as ever, as they watched the crowd begin to thicken 

“A lot of people collect things as a hobby,” Kamo commented suddenly as he and Felicia observed a spindly woman towing a resentful young green-clad lad behind her whilst she attempted to purchase what looked a very expensive plate. “Me, I just like to sit and gaze up at the night sky. That's all the hobby I need."

“I can’t wait for this day to end either,” Felicia responded, well accustomed to her employee’s cryptic manner of speech. With the setting of the sun, perhaps Felicia would finally be able to sleep through the night undisturbed by any strange voices-- not that she didn’t need the business. Her nightmares were already an ongoing problem and she didn’t need anything else enhancing the dark circles underneath her eyes.