"Sky? SKY! Now, where did that silly girl get to?" Dalar scowled, peering into a wicket basket beside an old thatch roof hut.

Most buildings within the village resembled this one; walls made of dried mud made into a hard stone-like structure, with simple thatch roofs and small openings cut into the sides for a few windows. Some houses were even made of wood, having taken more time and effort into their building, though they were off to one small side of the tiny village.

The village had been made at the border of a small forest, with a river running nearby and many trees bearing fruit gave them plentiful food to eat. Across the bridge upon the river, farther out into the fields, crops had been planted for yet more nourishment, and some families even kept livestock to breed and sell.

A long, winding dirt path led away from the village farther into the country, where the inhabitants of Hyrule lived. The path was still, and rarely used. Once in a while, a caravan would appear along the trail, taking this detoured path into Termina, but other then the odd traveler, it remained undisturbed throughout the passing years.

It was mainly normal Hyrulians, looking to seek refuge away from the bustle of the city who lived out here, though the odd Sheikah would find their way to the village, seeking a place to settle down, at least for a while.

That was how it had been for Morskaya's parents. Her mother had been a Sheikah lady who had decided to finally settle down for her life here in this quiet village. She had fancied many men who had passed through and had a short fling with a few of them, which had left her with her three daughters, each one resembling their fathers whom they had never and would never know.

Dalar sighed, brushing his dark hair from his sweaty brow with a strong hand. He held the hand up to protect his eyes from the blazing sun as he craned his neck, looking towards the sky. "Where are you, Sky?" He murmured into the wind.