WITHIN THE GODDESS WATCHFUL EYES - ARROWS OF BURNING HEAT

Link was used to disappointments, so having a little rain interrupt his current task was not likely to register more than annoyance. Still, he let out a sigh as the sudden downpour extinguished his hard work. Luckily a brief glance at his Slate showed that the rain was only supposed to go on for a few hours and should be cleared up before sundown, meaning he could try again later. So he turned to trudge back to the Curious Quiver and it's shopkeeper; Rola the fletcher.

It had been only five days since he'd first arrived with only the tattered clothes on his back and a handful of chipped or weathered weapons; five days since he'd learned more of his mysterious past and the even greater epic that had forged his previous life. In that time he had gotten just a little stronger, with new weapons found around the village, a few more spirit orbs due to some successful trials, and even a little more stamina thanks to the blessings of Hylia. It was almost time for him to be making his way east, to the Hateno Research Laboratory that could fix his Sheikah Slate before beginning his missions against the Divine Beasts… but which one to even start with?

His internal musings were only temporarily broken as he stopped to let Koko and Cottla rush into the inn to avoid the rain. Link had already assisted the two young Sheikah with their respective tasks and had even learned some new recipes courtesy of Koko. Indeed, he had been quite the handy man to have around the village between helping get the cucco out of Mellie's plum garden, finding the Great Fairy fountain, and even boosting some of the shops by purchasing new clothes and gear. Speaking of, he was at the door of the very shop who's owner had asked him to test his skill.

The first thing he noticed upon setting foot into the shop was that the lights had dampened; a few of the candles had burned out. In addition, there was a new odor that had started to fill the shop since he had departed. Perhaps Rola had lit some of the incense that he'd heard mention of in the village? Speaking of the fletcher, she was out from behind the counter and starring at him piteously.

"I saw it kid; you were SO close! I could practically see the tip touch the rim of the torch before the flame died out." The older woman sighed in disappointment, much more than Link personally felt. "Still, that double shot was an impressive trick; I've only ever seen anyone light two of those torches at once a single time, a long time ago…" she trailed off as she got lost in her own thoughts. Link waited for the woman to come back to her senses, but found his eyes wandering to the fetching divorced fletcher.

Her face showed the faintest of wrinkles, but nowhere near enough to mar her lovely face, especially not when her blue eyes would sparkle at his exotic wares. While her outfit was the conventional Sheikah clothes, it seemed that hers were just slightly worn and perhaps a size too small, letting her mature, curvaceous figure shine through the modest garb. His gaze trailed down to her hand currently cradling her face, showing the slight definition of her arms from wielding the bows she so loved. He wondered how her hands felt; if they were coarse or as soft as they surprisingly looked. His musings were canceled as she suddenly clapped her hands together, inadvertently allowing her constrained bust to slightly bounce.

"Hmn…tell you what; Come back here later tonight; I'll have some more arrows prepared for you, and you can try to get those last two…If you're up for a better reward that is." She trailed off tantalizingly. Despite his earlier musings, Link did not pick up on the flirtatious hints that her voice now carried, and simply consented with a nod and smile.

"Great! Come back at around eleven o'clock tonight; I'll have the arrows ready for you. For now you should get some rest; here's 20 rupees for a bed at the inn. I'll see you tonight, Link." Rola declared as she gave the lad a red rupee and sent him off with a smile. No sooner did he close the door did her face suddenly shift to a devious grin.

'Mhn, I cannot WAIT for tonight Link. I'll show you just what an archer with experience can do…' Rola thought as she licked her lips. Now that she was alone, she could openly plot her devious actions. Watching Link complete her little test had certainly stirred up some dormant feelings; desires that she had put off for far too long.

Rola wasn't a Sheikah by birth; her exotic skin marked her origins somewhere in the southwest Faron region. But she paid little mind to her useless past, not when she had earned her place into the Clan that once stood alongside the lost Royal Family. That meant she had much the same skills and training that everyone else in the village had undertaken; the same self-sufficient, survivalist instinct that let them be content and isolated away from the rest of the broken world.

While she wasn't as innately keen as her fellow villagers, she was no less sensitive. She had smelled the boy before he had trudged to Lady Impa's house, only to be turned away until he at least washed himself and made an attempt at decency. But while the rest reacted in revulsion, she was drawn to the primal stench of the wild and blood that marked him. The stench of his long journey ignited her in ways she had forgotten since she had left that Cucco-loving fool.

She wanted him; there was no denying or deflecting that. She wanted to take him and ride his youthful vigor with abandon and relish. It mattered not if it was within the village or in the wilderness; between warm sheets or within the dirt and grass of the forest. Oh yes, she would stalk her prey and claim her prize from his strapping loins… Which brought her to tonight.

The rain served as an opportunity; a chance to accelerate her carnal plotting. True, she had hoped he would be able to finish his task, but couldn't fault him on the fickle spites of nature. No, she would let this rain pass in stride; content that her cards were laid right to get what she wanted before the next storm tomorrow morning. The thoughts of which were enough to make her wet… perhaps a little prelude before the festivities?

"No." Rola hissed as she fought down her arousal. She had too much to do and not enough time to make it happen. There were certain tasks that must be completed first; a couple of favors to cash in, a few subtle touches to the routine that Kakariko's night would bring. Oh, and of course she had a few more arrows to finish crafting using her finer stock. Too much to do to set aside even a moment to try and fruitlessly attempt to please herself.

She'd be ready for tonight, but first, she needed to set up a few things from Lady Impa…