"And so we pass our former leader into the goddesses hands, and pray they will watch over her always. So ends Rah Sieh's rule over the Guerudo warriors. Lets us now commence the feasting in her name," finished the priestess with an air of finality, closing the prayer book with a snap.

Wiping her tear stained eyes once again, Ama trudged out of the burial chamber into the dusky light. The celebrations were to be held in the main mess hall, once everyone had been changed and refreshed. Ama made her way to her small room along the western wall. She went to her water basin and washed the dried tears from her face. Slipping out of her dark, stained mourning clothes, she donned the dress she had prepared earlier. It was a pale shade of pink, with light touches green at the ends. It was a sheer material that clung to her body, its low neckline accentuating the curves of her small breasts, and billowed downwards toward her hips. Checking her appearance in her small mirror, she darkened her eyes with more Kohl and ran a hand through her fiery red hair. Looking closely at the bruise on her forehead, she realized it was not as bad as she had thought, but had turned a light shade of sickly green. Refusing to let herself sink onto her bed and go to sleep, she exited her chambers.

Breathing in the early evening air, she felt better than she had all day. She felt her head clear, and her senses heighten. Listening to a nightingales trill, Ama felt as though she could stand forever on the edge of the great dessert. Snapping out of her trance, Ama shook her head to clear it. She remembered the party, and walked to the mess hall. Ducking into the low entrance, she found herself in the midst of people happily chatting and dancing. The remembrance feast of the Gerudo leader was an event not to be missed. Spying the best part, Ama made her way to the giant buffet table. On it lay every food imaginable. Roast chickens, crisp-skinned geese, suckling pigs, haunches of venison, slabs of beef bigger than her head. Squash, beans, potatoes and pumpkins made the tables sag in the middle. Giant pies and cakes, surrounded by delicate tarts were scattered between all of this, along with flagons of rich wine and creamy milk. There were fruits of every kind, glistening with a sugary syrup like so many bright gems. Many chefs from around the kingdom were brought in for a feast like this, since the Gerudos had minimal cooking skills. In the middle of the table was a magnificent statue of Rah Sieh's likeness, carved from ice and imported from a northern kingdom leagues away. It shone in the middle of the hall, sending rays of light onto everything in the building, melting slightly at the edges, but not yet marring its beauty. Ama found her way to a stack of plates and proceeded to sample some of everything.

"Hello again," said a familiar voice. Startled, ama looked up from her half eaten chicken leg. It was Link.

"Oh hello! I thought you would have left by now," replied Ama.

"I would consider it a grave mistake to miss a feast like this. Would you like some company as you eat?"

"I'd be honored," said Ama breathlessly.

As they ate, they talked. Ama found Link to be much more interesting than the people who occasionally ventured to the Gerudo's domain from town. As he entertained her with stories from his childhood, she snuck peeks at him from underneath her unbound hair. "He's so handsome!" she thought "he must have girls all over him where he comes from. Where DOES he come from, anyway?"

"Where are you from?" asked Ama, interrupting a story about a cuckoo.

"Me? Well I was brought up in the Lost Woods as a Kokiri but I live in the palace now," replied Link.

"Oh." said Ama meekly, feeling intimidated. Now she felt even worse, because he was not only handsome, but some kind of nobility. Letting Link chatter on, she finished her dinner quietly. She then just sat there quietly and answered politely, until a brown haired plain looking boy from Castle Town by the looks of him asked her to dance. Looking back at Link, she followed him. She found he was a horrible dancer. The tune ended and just as he was about to ask for another, Ama was stolen away by her friend Zaphalia.

"Looked like you could use some help back there," she said, grinning.

"A million thanks to you my friend. I don't think I could bare him crushing another one of my toes!" replied Ama giggling slightly.

"Oh, by the way, have you seen that handsome Hylian over there? Every girl in here is after him, including all the ones from the dessert borders! But look at him! Who wouldn't want to dance with him! I'm going to ask him!"

Ama watched her friend sidle over to the herd of girls trying to catch his eye, and tap him on the shoulder. Link obviously accepted, because the next moment they were whisking away over the dance floor. Ama noticed with some satisfaction that he had a bit of a bored look, as if this thing happened all the time. Sighing, she cast Link a glance, along with the rest of the jealous girls looking sullen he had not picked them. Ama decided it was time for bed. Taking a shortcut so as not to be bothered by any one else, she made her way to her room. Rubbing her eyes, she flopped down on her bed and fell asleep.