Everyone seemed to be moving away. A lot of families were migrating away from Skyloft, down to the surface. That was good, because Hyrule needed to be populated, but…

Pipit looked back over his shoulder, to the green beacon marking the Faron Province. "What if…" He quickly quieted down, and looked at his hand, which was currently wrapped around the tiny hand of his oldest daughter.

"What if what?" Karane asked him, seeming uninterested. She probably was. She was carrying a basket of laundry to wash in her arms, and Lark was sitting in the basket as well—just an itty bitty baby still—sleeping all wrapped up in her blanket.

"What if, by the time they're grown up, no one lives on Skyloft anymore?"

Karane gave him a look that read she didn't understand the problem. "What if they don't?" She was gently swinging the basket, to calm the stirring baby.

"Well the loftwings and stuff…" He trailed off again.

"We'll still need sky knights. We'll still need loftwings." She didn't see what his problem was. "If you're trying to say something Freckles, just say it. I'm not in the mood to read your mind."

"But… we won't need night flyers." Pipit admitted. "We won't need people whose entire job is to catch a person who fell off Skyloft in the night…"

"Oh." Karane rolled her eyes. "If that ever happened, they would just move you to a different shift." She set the basket down by the river and removed the infant from it, in order to begin the laundry. "Now sit down and hold your daughter so I can wash clothes."

As instructed, he took a seat beside her and took the baby into his arms, letting her lay in his lap while he cradled her softly. Pitta took a seat between her parents as well, and he sighed.

"But they won't get to see." He went on.

And that was when Karane must have understood, because her eyes opened a little wider, and then her lips turned into a smirk and she rolled her eyes back to the brunette.

"Is that why you don't want anyone to move away?"

He was silent, waiting for her judgement.

"You want your girls to think you're cool, because you're a night flyer." She grinned at him and then scoffed. "Don't you?"

"Night flyers are cool, what can I say?" He smiled a little too. It was true. Night flyers were like the football players of the knight high school clique world.

"Idiot."