"Stupid girl!" Dalar growled in frustration, collapsing onto a pile of straw. He brushed a hand through his silk hair for about the thousandth time that morning and closed his eyes to rest.

"Still haven't found her, huh, you lazy bum." A clear feminine voice scolded close by.

Dalar's eyes fluttered open to see a face just above his watching him with sparkling green eyes. "ACK!" Surprised, he jumped, falling backwards over the pile of hay as he did so.

The owner of the green eyes giggled, watching him scrambling to his feet from where she perched upon the roof's edge of the building upon which she was now sitting on. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized who it was.

"Hai! Oria, don't be sneaking up on me like that!" He scowled, glaring up at her.

Oria jumped off the roof quickly, flipping through the air to land on one foot and knee. She stood up, placing her hands on hips as she turned to him. "I wasn't the one giving me a perfect opening to scare you, now was I? You have only thyself to blame, boy." Oria chided with a sneer.

Dalar reddened at this remark, which only made Oria laugh all the more. "Thy be a strange boy indeed." She said with a sly smile.

Oria was a tall young woman with fair skin and lively green eyes. She had silky, golden hair cropped short, as a boy's would be, her emerald earrings dangling upon her ears below. She wore a slim green shirt that didn't even reach to her stomach, the sleeves only reached to her elbows and cut in a cross-cross diamond pattern along them. She wore bright orange shorts, showing off her long legs, and basic brown leather boots upon her feet. Normally she wore a white cloak overtop, but today was much too warm for such a trivial piece of garment.

Something caught Oria's eye as a slight breeze picked up. She reached a hand up and snatched something from the wind as it passed by. Dalar peered curiously as she opened her hand, revealing a few delicate pink petals on her palm. The wind caught them once again, snatching the petals back from her.

Oria's gazed moved slowly to fall upon the hill high above in the distance, over-looking the valley. A splash of pink atop it showed where the lone blossom tree stood, its branches extending high towards the sky.

"In an attempt to reach the heavens, you'll simply find the Sky." Oria murmured giving Dalar's shoulder a gentle but firm pat as she walked off in the opposite direction.

"Hey, wait!" He called out, turning around, but she was already gone.

Muttering to himself about lazy Sheikah girls, he began along the trail that wove its way up the hill to the cliff where he now knew Sky would surely be waiting.

He took his time as he walked, enjoying the serene tranquility of the nature that surrounded him as he parted from the cozy protection of the simple village he'd always called home.

Small animals scurried along his path every once in a while, birds taking flight in his wake. He stopped in wonder as a large group of butterflies fled around him, each with its own brightly colored wings and shimmering in the glimmering sunlight.

On either side of him, flowers danced in the wind under the shady canopy, woven with flower blossoms, provided from the trees from the sun's searing rays.

The climb up the hill was neither steep nor difficult at all, but long. There were many who preferred to call it a cliff, which was more accurate in reality, considering the drop off facing the valley.

By the time he had reached the top, the mountains had begun to pull the sun down from the sky, beckoning for night to come.

As the blossom tree came into view, his ears were greeted with a young voice singing. It was clear and sweet as the stream chuckling along its course by the village, and silky smooth with each syllable tumbling along in perfect harmony with the next.

Climbing further, he found the mistress of the lovely voice; a young girl sat upon the edge of the cliff, her dark figure outlined by the enormous setting sun directly in front of her, framing her small image. Bright blue hair tumbled along her shoulders, tied in two tails and a pink bandana tied atop her head. She wore a slim purple outfit –no sleeved tight shirt that didn't reach to her stomach and a tight fitting mini-skirt- which she considered as her battle gear, along with her matching knee-high high-heeled boots. A long pink scarf was wrapped around her waist many times and tied in a bow at the back. A matching pink scarf was tied loosely around her neck and shoulders and a matching light pink glove upon her right hand reaching past her elbows but leaving her fingers free.

Morskaya, the youngest of the three now fatherless Sheikah Sisters, of whom Dalar had quite a shine to.

Stopping a few feet behind her, he began to listen to her sad, haunting song.

"…kowashite watashi no kokoro wo akai kana shimiga. Afurete nagarete kuru kara. Ima wa tada, aa. Hitomi toshi, aa. Kudakete shimaitai no…"

The girl cut short on her heart-clenching song as she turned around to see Dalar watching her, sadness in his eyes. "Whatever is the matter?" She asked in alarm.

Dalar shook his head quickly, composing himself before he looked back up at her large, bright turquoise eyes; inquisitive and full wisdom beyond her years.

"It's nothing. Worry not, Sky." He spoke cheerfully as he moved closer to her, sitting down alongside her, dangling his legs over the edge of the cliff as she did. Honestly though, he did not understand how she could sit so closely to the drop off and not feel at all fearful of falling from such a tremendous height.

"I'm sorry if ye worry about me, but I needed to get away for but awhile." Sky spoke quietly, her tone as thoughtful as her eyes looked as she turned to regard the setting sun once again. Dalar nodded, leaning back to lie in the sweet smelling grass bathed in the fading sunlight.