"How am I supposed to know who some Goddess is! I'm not called Sly one or whatever for going to church."

“Good grief,” Lethe frowned, looking once again to the heavens above, “The Hylian children of this generation… if I didn’t already know, I’d say [i]they[/i] were the impending doom that’s threatening Hyrule.”

Lethe sighed sharply at Vei, extinguishing the last of the lingering blue flames. Deep down she felt a slight sense of pride in herself—it wasn’t often she managed to scare young children senseless. An inkling of guilt squirmed beneath the weight of her self-satisfaction, but she’d worry about it later. That being said, her little fire-tantrum had taken a hefty toll. She landed lightly on a tombstone, feeling exhausted but, much like Veitaru, doing her best not to let the truth show through. Considering the majority of her body language and facial expressions were blotted out by her fairy light, it wasn’t all that difficult. 

She might’ve offered to heal the young girl’s injury, but, as it were, she was temporarily out of juice… and still in a somewhat sour mood. The interruption of yet another stranger did not please her a bit either. [i]Now this is just getting silly,[/i] she mentally grumped, [i]Is he going to end up being one of the chosen as well? Should I just wait here for them all to come to me? [/i]

She watched in bemusement whilst Cain addressed the stranger as yet another Shadow being…. How interesting. The two were so similar… yet entirely different. They certainly didn’t look the same. She glanced the creepy stranger over and, after a moment's pause, smirked to herself as he politely addressed her. A single chiming bell sounded as she smiled even wider, her eyes lighting up with recognition. 

[i]The Broken One. [/i]

“You may call me Lethe,” she said, her indigo essence drifting towards him. She circled around him-- much like she'd done to Cain and Vei-- taking note of what appeared to be his strengths and weaknesses... as well as choice in clothing. He didn't look like much, but at least he seemed to have manners, which was more than she could say for the three over there... save Frore, perhaps. Considering she doubted he even knew what the word manners meant. 

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Romani smiled a big toothy grin, hugging her pet Cucco so tightly it let out a small, choked squawk and ruffled it’s neck feathers. The small creature leapt from her grasp and sat rather comfortably atop her red tresses. Matt smiled as she giggled and clapped her hands, positively delighted by Jira's performance. 

“Yeah, you’re great!” Matt chortled, “Hey, y’know… maybe I can help you out with your wares.”

He motioned over to his booth, “I’ve got some extra space here an' our booth is always gettin' a lot of attention. I... I mean-- my boss-- [i]probably[/i] wouldn’t mind if I agreed to sell it for you either. Then you can lessen your load and enjoy the festival a bit. It’s up to you though….”

“I wanna sell the wobble heads! I wanna sell the wobble heads!” Romani chirped, tugging Matt’s pant leg.

“…I mean, most folk would rather just sell it themselves. So I get it if you don’t trust us,” he scratched the back of his neck and smiled nervously, realized the ere in his offer, "But, y'know... the offer's there if you want it."