Tristan found herself wandering the city and looking for anywhere she could get a job. There were a few positions as guards; but she would get caught easily. She found a few store openings, but same for those as well. She needed someone who didn't ask too many questions and needed help. Her eyes finally fell on a sign that had looked as if it had just been put up. It was made of wood with scribbled ink dotting the fibers.

Anyone wishing for a job come down to the Hyrule Field Farm! There are plenty of open spots and plenty of work to do! Pay is 50 rupees per day.

She took a quick look at a map that was attached to her belt and started to walk towards the field. It took a while to get through the large city; but once she got out of the walls there was hardly any more resistance. Her eyes searched the field and found a large arched gate that lead into a large farm. The gate creaked open when she pushed it and she started up the winding dirt path to the barn house.

She ended up having to compete with ten others for a job position. Whoever wrangled the most energetic goat she had ever seen got the last slot. She smirked to herself. Most of these people looked slow and unable to keep up with a goat. They kept throwing glances her way that said 'I am going to win this' but she already knew what the outcome would be. Even if they thought otherwise. Not that she was cocky; but she knew her limits and strengths. Running, strength, and flexibility being the three most obvious in her stature.

The large black, horned animal burst free of the cage it was in and the ten men took off trying to catch it. Tristan stayed back, analyzing where it was heading. It ran in circles for the first few seconds, but headed straight for the water. She didn't blame it; they were near the desert and the heat was coming in waves. She bolted for the nearby creek and came after the goat while the others were too busy panting and resting. Tristan leapt onto its back and it bucked, trying to get her off. Once it had given up on throwing her off -which was about five minutes of running and smashing into things- it slowed to a halt and she hopped down to its side. Tristan grabbed one of its horns and led it firmly back to the barn, the other people there looking at her in shock. She led the goat into the barn and closed it into its stall, making sure the lock was firmly in place before leaving.

The man wearing loose shorts and a light colored shirt with a belt with various tools on it walked up to her and extended a hand. "You've got the job." He said. She nodded underneath the hood and took his hand, shaking it.

"My thanks." She responded, watching the other disappointed men leave, grumbling things to themselves.

"I just need you to fill out a few papers and you can start working tomorrow if you want."

"I have nothing else to do, so I may."

"Excellent, come with me." The man beckoned her to the porch of the barn house and offered her a chair. She took it and the man went inside. He returned a few moments later with a feather and paper in hand, setting both down on a nearby table.

"If I may ask, you don't seem to be from around here. What brings you to this farm?" The man asked, trying to start a conversation as she began reading over the papers as she fiddled with the feather.

"I have been traveling for a while and decided to settle in near the city. I need a job to sustain myself and I wish to start off here. People don't ask too many questions and I can live in peace." She responded. It wasn't a complete lie. She planned on joining back with her people once her father had had his run. And she planned on finding a new leader for her people once she helped they Hylians ward them off.

"To where have you traveled?"

Tristan paused in scribbling down her name and thought. "I have been many places. Most of my journeys have been in the desert near here. It can be very… peaceful despite what others say about the people who dwell there."

"I see then where you get your skill."

"I have had to go days without water. I can survive easily in a place like this on my own. But I wish not to stick out and to get my own place sometime in the city."

Silence persisted for a few minutes before the man piped up again. "Where do you come from?"

"I'm sorry, what?" She asked, confused.

"Where you were born, raised." The man repeated.

She thought for a moment. "I was raised near the desert. Our village did not do too well and we had to move around a lot to get the resources that we needed. I left not too long ago because this wasn't the life I wanted."

"Where do you live now?"

"The forest. It is much different than the lands near the desert, but in a good way." She finished filling out the form and handed it back to the man, who quickly skimmed over it.

"I will see you tomorrow after dawn to tell you your job." The man simply extended a hand, Tristan taking it and shaking. She simply nodded, turned, and walked away from the large farm.

She spent the rest of the day exploring the forest where she had been sleeping. It was near a large, shallow pond and she had a good view of the castle from the furthest she went.

When the sun sank behind the horizon Tristan made her way back to the tree that towered high above all of the others. She clambered up onto a thick branch near the top and leaned her back against the trunk, gazing through the green leaves to the winking stars.

When the sun was just starting to peek above the horizon, Tristan cracked open her eyes and started to climb down the tree, making her way to the pond to fill up her water horn. She cupped her hands after that and splashed a bit of water in her face, brushing it through her hair and knocking down the hood and handkerchief. Her cobalt eyes glowed despite the low amount of light and her snow white hair was pulled back in a long braid that was draped over her shoulder. She touched a finger to the tattoo on her left cheek that was a deep purple with an orange outline. It was a crescent shaped line that followed the contours of her eye, but was below it and a small triangle that was below that. It was contrasted greatly by her light grey skin, unlike the rest of her people who had fiery orange hair and darker skin.

They all also had one other ability that she had, but was different. There have been rumors that they could turn into large pig-like beasts, but hers was more catlike, along with her face which was more angled and slender than the others who were more blocky. Tristan kept that a secret though. She sighed and took a sip of the clean water, relishing the cool feeling on her tongue. She had learned to appreciate the small things in life in her time in the desert.

"I suppose I should go to the farm now." She said to herself, standing up and brushing the dust from her deep purple, almost black, pants. Tristan made sure that the cloth around her bare arm was secure and that her hood and handkerchief were covering her face before setting off through the woods. She straightened the white shirt with sleeves that cut off at her shoulders and pulled the same color purple hood down when she reached the field. The spotted white and purple handkerchief slipped from her nose and she left it, figuring that they couldn't tell who she was by her skin tone anyways. It was light enough that in low light could be mistaken for normal anyways. But it was quite obvious in the sun.

"Good to see you, come with me." The man who had employed her called from the top of the hill where there was another gate that led to the main farm. Tristan followed the man to a large pasture where cuccoos and goats alike were grazing. "You need to watch over the livestock and make sure none of them escape." He said, gesturing to the large field. "They tend to get out near the creek, so keep a close eye out over there." He warned, pointing at the rushing creek to the left.

Tristan looked around the field and could barely see the opposite fence. "How will I get around?" She asked.

"Ah! I almost forgot!" He exclaimed, walking over to the fence to where a beautiful mare was tied by the reins. "This here's Zaran. She'll help you herd the animals back in at dusk." The man said, handing her the reins. Tristan took them and looked over the horse. She had a long white mane and nearly pure white coat. Her hooves had horseshoes and near her feet the coat turned a light grey that darkened to black at the hooves.

"Thank you." She responded, there were never any horses that were well fed where she was. They all had to adapt to eating the few fruits they were brought that weren't taken by people first. Tristan ran her hand along the mare's neck as she grasped the saddle horn with her other hand. She knew that horses took a while to gain trust from, so she started slow. "Easy now, girl." She cooed in a low voice as she slid a foot into the stirrup. Tristan felt the horse tense and she patted her neck gently. Zaran whickered and scuffed her foot in the ground. "Hey now, I won't hurt you." She assured. Zaran neighed once and Tristan swung her other leg over the saddle and into the other stirrup. "See now, who would want to hurt such a pretty horse as you?" She said gently as she ran her fingers through Zaran's mane. Tristan flicked the reins lightly and Zaran took off at a slow trot, whickering as she saw a few of the goats get close to her. Tristan patrolled the outside of the gates for any stray animals and watched to make sure none of the animals got into a fight. She knew that cuccoos could be aggressive and had learned it the hard way. It involved her getting chased around by one and eventually having to kick it to teach it a lesson.

As she patrolled around the fence in the middle of the day, a particularly hot wave of heat washed over her. The dark hood wasn't helping her situation much and was actually making her head hotter. She glanced around her field of vision and saw nobody, so she pushed back the hood on her head, sighing as a gentle breeze played with loose strands of hair that escaped the tight braid.

Not much happened that week. One day, she was patrolling until the sun peaked and started its descent to the horizon. It had cooled down a bit and Tristan flipped her hood back up from when she had made a habit of doing it at midday, still weary that people may see her and judge. She led Zaran to the creek and immediately urged the horse to a stop, her hand hovering on the wooden staff that had been strapped to the saddle bags. Her eyes locked with the creature pacing outside of the fence near the creek. Her own eyes narrowed as she slowly pulled the staff from the saddle, resting it on top of her legs as an open threat.

Her ears picked up the sound of pounding hoofbeats and she held up her hand, hearing the horse behind her whicker and stop.

"Came in to check on-"

Tristan held up a fist and gestured at the pacing animal, seeing the drool flowing in rivers from its mouth. "Silence yourself. There is a livestock animal behind that wolf and I don't think it has seen it yet. If you lose it, it will cost you. I will keep the wolf occupied and you can lead it back in." She said quietly.

"Are you insane?!" He whispered over to her. "Your life is far more valuable than a goat's!"

"I can handle myself. I have had to stand my own against the hungry desert beasts on multiple occasions. This is no different." She responded coolly, dismounting the horse and stabbing the staff into the ground, embedding it a few inches into the mud.

"I'd rather not-"

"Don't worry, it'll be fine." She said, wading into the creek and watching the wolf. It paid her no heed, still pacing along the fence. Her boss, still weary of the large brown animal, followed her into the water. Tristan sucked in a breath and dove under the fence, resurfacing on the other side. She twirled the staff and headed towards the wolf, flipping her braid onto her back. "Oi!" She shouted, brandishing the staff above her head as it snarled at her. "Get outta here!" She snapped, seeing the beast charge.

She sidestepped the beast and skidded in the water, her hood falling in folds on her back. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her boss leading the goat back to the fence. Tristan swung the staff at the wolf, hearing a hollow thud as it connected with the beast's side. It yelped then snarled, crouching so half of it was submerged in the moving water. "Persistent little creature, yeah?" She huffed, seeing it pounce forward. She kicked up her knee and the wolf kept going, knocking her back into the water. Tristan managed to take a breath before she was pinned under the current. The wolf was at least her size plus another half and she struggled to move its paws underwater. Her attempts eventually stopped and she remembered the staff in her hands. She jabbed it out of the water and into the wolf's neck, sitting up and gasping for air. The wolf stumbled back, choking and hacking and growled at her again. Tristan roared and whacked the wolf one final time on the side of the head. The wolf crumpled and, tail between its legs, slunk out of sight.

"You could have been killed!" Her boss said crossly.

"Could have been. But I just saved you a few thousand rupees." She responded, crawling back under the gate to meet her boss' eyes. She rubbed her arm, feeling a shallow cut when she had struggled under the water and hit a rock.

"I owe you my thanks, but no more of that." Was his response. Tristan merely nodded and felt her heart leap into her throat when she reached to pull down her hood. It had been dislocated in the battle and she soon found out that the cloth concealing her people's mark that had been tattooed in white on her skin was gone as well. She pulled up her hood immediately and for the rest of the way back to the barnhouse she covered her arm. A few workers stared strangely at the waterlogged pair trudging to the wooden house, but none asked any questions. Tristan saw him gesture for her to come in and she obeyed, not wanting to argue.

"You aren't scared?" She asked, knowing that he had seen her, who and what she was. She could tell by his eyes.

"No. A worker is a worker. It doesn't matter where you come from, it only matters if you are a good person. You're alright, Tristan."

"You mean you don't care I am Gerudo?" She asked, shocked.

"No, I had my suspicions anyways. People don't usually work that well in desert heat without complaining. Or wear dark clothing without dying." Tristan mentally kicked herself.

"I suppose my disguise could use some work. But most people would have fired me on the spot." She responded.

"Well I don't know what went on between your people and mine, but my mother always told me not to judge people by what their ancestors did or by how they look."

Tristan furrowed her eyebrows and rubbed at a bit of crimson blood that had dried around her cut. "Your mother is a wise woman." She responded quietly, fingering a silver chain that was around her wrist.

"Was."

"I am sorry for your loss."

"That was years ago, I have moved on and she is in a better place."

"Then you are stronger than I." Tristan responded darkly, remembering what had happened to her mother, trying to will away the horrid memory.

"Something wrong?"

"No, just remembering my mother. She used to tell me much the same things when I was smaller. She was killed when I was ten. Six years ago and I still have seething fury to let out on the one who killed her."

Her boss' eyes widened and it took him a few minutes to find the right words. "Do you wish to talk about it? Sometimes talking can help."

Tristan looked down at the necklace firmly tied around her wrist and held the charm in the palm of her hand. "My mother was murdered by someone who didn't like her opinions. I get my peaceful nature from her. I don't want to fight with Hylians. But I will fight when I need to to protect people. There is a difference between fighting for a good cause and fighting needlessly. My mother was standing up against our tribe's leader because he wanted to start another war with your people. He…" She trailed off. "he killed her. He didn't speak of war until recently. I left, saying I didn't want to be a part of this needless fighting. He was outraged because he didn't give me permission to leave. But I don't need anyone's permission to live my life the way I want to." Her voice shook at the last sentence with pent up rage.

"It sounds like there was more to the story than he was just your tribe leader. I see that it hurt you to leave." A pause. "But I will not press you for more information than you wish to give."

Tristan stayed silent for a long moment. "He was my father. But I do not care because he is a monster and a threat to innocent people." She muttered.

"You said was."

"No person like that I want to be known as my father." She clenched her fists tightly together and she heard her knuckles crack. "So here I am."

"So that attack plan you said was recent-"

"I have warned the king already. I do not think he believed me, but at least I gave him a warning. I told him that my father wanted to fight because he wanted revenge for what happened to us. He wanted revenge only, not to fight for the better of our people. I tried to tell him if we came peacefully than they may listen, but nobody listens to me." She said darkly, glaring down at her feet.

"Well at least you can say I told you so."