Before Vei's eyes passed a multitude of strange occurrences, a long fairy flitted by her, within arm's reach if she had longer arms. A cloaked being of quite incredible stature left the base of the windmill and took to the streets. That being's presence cut a wide path through crowd, as though some aura prevented their approach. From the vantage point Vei gazed from, the figure was practically a landmark in how much it stood out. The Gorons came, dancing their way to the tune of a forest girl. But eventually, each thing passed from her sight, and Vei's eyes merely glanced over her Kakariko once more.

Her feet began to ache beneath her, one could not sit at readiness for forever. Begrudgingly, Vei let herself fall backwards slowly, laying down on the roof, her hood falling down and unveiling her face as gazed at the sky. She had to admit she preferred it right now over... Well, she didn't quite feel like calling it home today. Normally, Kakariko was a lazy town she understood the pace of. She could tell what was going on, she knew where to go. Every building she had honed the craft of scaling. Every ledge, window, and crate her house, safety was always just a hop, skip, and a mantle away.

But today? It didn't feel like home. It was a strange town of stalls and tents, filled with strangers and strange circuses of strangers. In other words, Vei felt small against the backdrop of that enormous town. And she didn't like feeling small. She closed her eyes to look at the sky no more, and then, after a short while, she turned her head and raised a hand over her eyes so that she might rest a bit.

But then Vei's amber eyes opened. The voices would only return again, unless she did something.