Brimick nodded to Vaati agreeing in coming with him he hoped the others did too he didn't want to be a cell "So what do we do know?" He said as he watched Vaati do some magic "What was that?" He looked at the cyan  glow with facination.

"You don't know any other Rito? Hm." Vaati shrugged lightly. He could have put it bluntly and said Medla needed to get out more or that her home must be in the epicenter of absolute boredom out in complete nowhere, but that would have been needlessly rude. "That is rather unfortunate. Be sure to rectify that as soon as possible, or else if you ignore your curiosity, it will condemn you. Living a life rife with 'what ifs' and 'maybe' is not healthy." Vaati advised prior to moving in the defense of the Twili.

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Vaati bowed lightly to the Twili as a polite greeting. "Ah, pay it no mind, my good fellow. I do so despise such unfortunate ignorance displayed by some, but everything is—" For a moment, something caused a slip up. "—alright." Vaati could've sworn he heard something. At first he ignored it in favor of continuing what he was saying. "Hm. Did anyone hear something?" As if on cue, he heard something properly, a voice called out to him in his mind. He knew this invasive ability well; and had appropriate defenses against it. Multitudes of mental blockages and walls, whoever ended up prying would be met with some stunning resistance. Even so, Vaati at the very least listened, he was always curious about this sort of suspicious and arguably 'evil' sounding activity as he could more than likely study it...

Unfortunately he wasn't particularly impressed. Whoever this was that reached out to him (and theoretically several others), they fell prey to several pitfalls that Vaati himself wanted to avoid lumping himself with. Was there darkness at the core of his being? Perhaps, but to him it was the same with all beings. The talk of an ultimatum and a very specific phrase to be said set off several warnings for the mage. There was a chance he would become a puppet if he responded with that phrase, and he wouldn't be having that. Vaati only ever played by his rules. It was lucky that Vaati wore a mask at this moment, or else the cringe his expression contorted into would make children cry. True nature? Rivaling Ganondorf? Elusive birds? Love? Absolutely preposterous. Vaati was a scholar, seeking to decipher morality. Ganondorf was a violent brute with pride and power unrivaled, birds were everywhere and Vaati only loved his own study and work as an alchemist.

Vaati furthermore saw no need to open himself up to anyone, he was in it to win it on his own right now. Even then, Vaati simply wanted to enjoy himself today. Evidently the universe sought to conspire against that. Mulling over his options following the mysterious mental message, he figured that someone able to suddenly encroach upon him like that had some formidable power behind them. Given his expertise on the realm of evil and darkness, Vaati surmised that it was in fact the same person that would bring the wind of death. 'An hour...' He idly mused as the troop of guards finally returned. Their captain continued spitting and snarling like the dumb animal he was and Vaati barely registered what he was saying. 'Hah. Can't have been a traitor if I was never on your side. What a dim witted troglodyte...' Vaati thought as he sighed. These guards won't be of any help... In fact, if Vaati decided to explain what he heard, that would only land him in hotter water. "No." Vaati flicked his wrist and a tight swirling magical wind flew around him, impeding the progress of any guards that tried to come near him. "That will not be necessary. I know when I am not welcome, so I shall simply leave this festival entirely." Vaati floated upwards, just above the group. "And, I shall be taking these proper, kindhearted upstanding citizens with me, if they choose to accompany me." The same wind that lifted Vaati swirled around Brimick, Medla and Galte, and should they take Vaati up on his offer, they too would be lifted. "I bid you adieu. Farewell." With the swish of his hand, he (and anyone that wished to leave alongside him) would vanish...

Only to reappear on the ground well out of Castle Town's boundaries behind a thick set of trees. "Hmph. What a disaster. So much for a day off." Vaati grumbled, taking off his mask. "Went to the trouble of creating this outfit for nothing too. Ah well." Looking out from behind a tree, he saw the lights of Castle Town in the distance. 'Hmm. Perhaps I could at least do this... Bringing some magical power together again, Vaati began to whistle. As a result two swirls of translucent cyan-teal energy appeared in his hand. With one last exhale towards it, the spells flew away, back towards Castle Town.

One, went towards Raven. When it caught up to him, it flew around him and Mipha before stopping in front of Raven and dissipating; revealing the sound of Vaati's voice, which Mipha could also hear.

"Sir Raven, this is Vaati. I have sent a whisper of the wind to give you a message. A troop of local guards has seen it fit to bother the gentle Twili Colossus that came along. Myself, Brimick and Medla stood up for him, but the guards were having none of it. I cannot stand it when people pin others as monsters or anything similar purely for their appearance. You too are guilty of this, for as soon as you saw my face your expression changed, but instead of making a scene, you simply moved along. As such, I forgive your attitude. Not so much the guards. That being said... I have had a bad feeling about something ominous and magical approaching, so I have taken my leave of the festival. Selfish, I know, but regrettably it seems my assistance or presence would not be appreciated... Until we meet again, on hopefully better terms."

The other spell flew through the festival silently in search of Sivilu. Upon finding her, it waited until she was as alone as possible before floating in front of her face and dissipating. Once again, the sound of Vaati's voice could be heard by her.

"Madam Sivilu, this is Vaati. I have sent a whisper of the wind to give you a message. I spotted you earlier, didn't get a chance to say hello unfortunately. That Raven fellow seems to dislike me. I haven't a clue why, as we have never met until this night. The point is, he seems to act positively towards you, smitten even? No matter. I have a favor to ask of you. Warn him. I heard a voice in my head that spoke of an ominous event to come within the hour. The 'winds of death', she said. If anyone is to know of this incoming danger, it should be the hero clad in green. Be safe."

Soranne walked silently over the bridge leading into Castle Town. She looked up at the sky and breathed in the fresh air, glad to be out on such a wonderful day. She was excited for the Festival, but she felt a slight pang of sadness that she hadn't found anyone to attend it with. All of her friends had been busy with family matters at their own homes. Suddenly, the Hylian girl shook her head, pushing the thought away. She refused to let herself be sad on this joyful day. She sped up her pace and finally reached the gates of the town.

The girl looked around, her dirty-blond hair flying in the slight breeze. All around her, she saw species of every kind celebrating and laughing together. She found the laughter quite contagious, and she even began giggling at nothing in particular. Sora saw many shops that were trying to sell objects such as jewels and pendants, potions and weapons, food and drinks. She checked her wallet and was relieved to find that she had brought some rupees with her. She approached a stall and looked curiously at the colorful masks hanging on the walls. She smiled at the man and pointed to one that was blue, teal, and green, with light blue feathers sticking out of the sides. The man gave it to her to look at, and she turned it around to see the wood on the other side. She put it on briefly before asking the man the price of the beautiful thing.

"That'll be 20 rupees, madam," the man replied with a bright smile.

Sora winced at the price. She had always been low on money, and the amount that she had brought was to cover things she needed at this festival. However, she was supposed to enjoy herself here, so she decided to buy the mask. She handed the man the 20 rupees and thanked him.

She turned back to the merriment and put her mask on, not caring if she looked silly or even scary. Sora looked around at the others and wondered if she would be able to find a friend here that she could talk to. She definitely didn't want to be alone in this big town. Sora entered the crowd and began her mission of seeking a friend.

Brim looked at Galte "Don't mention it." Seeing him sigh Brim sighed too seeing it a exasperation of what is going down "Hard to be big and different, by the way what is your name?" He said as he turned back around to continue staring at the guards who have not said a word yet.

Galte was happy to see how so many others stepped up as the guards were dealt with. He felt less alone then he did a moment ago. The Goron fellow, BRim, was the first to his aid, then a purple haired fellow. "thank you, both of you. I believe they disliked my size." He said with a slight bow. He made to reply further, however a voice called into his head. As smooth as silk, but sharp like a viper. Her words echoed gently in his head. Galte flt mildly curious but the offer. what was she planning? This seemed far too familiar of the past though, the origin of his mask that he wore.

"Madame, I'm curious. Perhaps we could discuss what it is you are planning. I am new to this world, I bear it no ill will, but..." Galte sighed. He had a weakness, he knew it well. "What is on offer?" He thought back, folding his arms over his broad chest, almost ignoring the two men standing near him. To them, he just stopped talked, crossed his arms and sighed.