"Potions! Freshly brewed and ripe for the imbibing! Heal your ills and ease your fatigue! The Hero of T-!" Mila sung out her sales pitch until her attention was grabbed and directed elsewhere be a soft tinkling sound. A ringing of a bell. While sweet and melodious to most other races, the gentle clink of a bell spelled caution for the Kokiri. For it was the noise their guardian fairy made when they sensed danger. Mila's countenance fell from exuberant and lively to that of a frightened rabbit, and her emerald eyes were cast upon a lithe, robed form, clinking toward her slowly with an awkward gait. She could sense the darkness emanate from it in undulating waves, and Shila danced around its head, rising and falling as she began to glow a brighter shade of yellow. Mila stood frozen as if a Gibdo had caught her in its penetrating glare, trembling as it shambled closer and closer to her stall. She hated to admit to Shila that she had been right, but it appeared as if there indeed [i]was[/i] cause for worry. But Farore would not allow her to come to harm this way, would she...?
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...No, no she would not. This must be pure happenstance, yes, it must. The tiny Kokiri girl swallowed hard as the figure gazed emptily at her from beneath its head, its unseen eyes piercing into her very soul. When it uttered a polite greeting, in an ominous and echoing voice.
"G...G-good m-morning...!" Mila uttered, attempting a smile at the stickly creature. Although her try at being polite herself could not disguise her fear, and she could only manage a painful, terrified grimace. As if this was an everyday occurrence to the abomination, it posed a question about her business.
"A-aah..." her voice caught in her throat as her words failed her. She had felt much like she were before a Moblin in that moment, her size and frailty all too apparent before this dark stranger. Her heart pounded beneath her chest, threatening to escape in a moment's notice much as she would have wished to. Mila brought a fist to her mouth and cleared her throat. Surely the city guard would not see her in peril? She would have to push her anxieties aside. Not all scary people were bad, not all monsters were bloodthirsty, and not all Kokiri were frightened little children. And she would just have to deal with that.
"U-um, I c-can sell you any p-potion you desire..." she squeaked. "H...Health potions, a-and mana potions, and magic potions t-that can c... cure illness..." The fear began to evaporate as she began to speak about her craft. Mila was an anxious little Kokiri, as cowardly as they come, and also one easily distracted. As smart and self-aware as she is, Mila realized that the best way to face your fears was to think about something else. Her confidence began to grow as she began describing the different potions she could make.
"Stamina potions that let you run all day, magic wards, strength and intelligence and beauty potions! Ooh, and potions that let you breath underwater, and potions that let you spit fire! Polymorph potions and love potions and exploding potions! I wouldn't recommend those because they're kinda dangerous, oh! But I've got this one potion that can protect you from that! And there's the one that makes you lighter than air and the one that keeps plants from dying, oh! And the one that-" The Kokiri girl's entire demeanor had changed once she began speaking of her mystical brews, shifting from shaking in her boots to talking the odd man's ear off. That is, until another approached, again stealing her easily gained attention.

"And I can make truth-telling potions and color changing potions and potions that can turn your teeth into- Oh! Hi old man!" Mila gave a hearty wave to the elder gentleman approaching, leaning out of her stall to do so. She ecstatically climbed onto the counter to sit on its edge, letting her legs swing rhythmically over the side. She happened to know old Naklov since he was a less-old man in his mid thirties, and held him in great esteem for both his skill in alchemy and his faith to the Goddesses, common ground they both happened to share.
"I've come to steal your business today~! Mmhmhm!" she giggled jokingly. "I was just talking to one of my customers about the different potions I sell! There's the Bravery Potion and the Potion of Eagle's Sight and the Double Time Potion, but I don't think I have the ingredients to make that one..." Mila trailed off before Elder Lyontus brought up another point about toads. Of course, he knew full well that if anyone got Mila speaking, she wouldn't stop until her train of thought were derailed or she ran out of things to talk about. And sometimes not even then.
"Oh! Really? I wanna see! Forest frogs are the best for sight potions and polymorphs!" Mila hopped from her ledge and took two steps before realizing that she didn't have anyone to watch over the booth for her. That, and she'd be abandoning one of her customers. She quickly halted and turned to Elder Lyontus sheepishly.
"Uh, could you bring it to me, Naki? I can't really leave my stall..." Mila ground a foot into the dirt beneath her, slightly embarrassed at her own excitement while she referred to Elder Lyontus by his pet name.

Shila hovered about Mila's head as her grin turned into a blank stare, her focus wrested from her once more and placed upon a commotion among the festival. A great distance away the guards were converging upon a lone, panicked being wrapped in a cloak. She couldn't tell exactly what it was of, but she should have expected such rancor. There were already quite a few disturbances by ragamuffins in the Hero's Festival already, but none had required the intervention of a guard before. Golden armor glinted out among them, a familiar sight of which Mila was accustomed. Sir Orca Halbert. He was a statuesque mountain of a man, of which the women of Hyrule would agree that the Goddesses had carved him from marble. And he let it fill his head so that Mila was surprised it could fit within his helm. Sir Halbert acted as if the ground his boots had touched were sacred, and frankly the arrogance made the Kokiri uncomfortable. Being prideful was one thing, and sometimes it was good to have such pride, but when it consumes a man is when he lets it blind him and swears fealty to nary a thing else. Just, a force to be reckoned with, but she thought that he could serve to relax at least once in his short lifetime.. But when he got involved in something, especially at such a large event, that was cause for concern.
"Naki, who's that?" she asked, tugging on the Elder's robes and pointing into the distance.