She murmurs oracularly, as if she has any idea who Koyin or her great grandfather is.
"That must be it. There are many paths in which that village becomes famous for its cheese products -- Hateno, correct?" That wasn't fortune-telling; he had just mentioned the village he lived in a few weeks ago. There was another path she had seen briefly in which Link was wearing what she could only describe as a tremendously ugly hat resembling a dead bird with artists surrounding him drawing portraits, but that one she doesn't even bother to mention. Sometimes the fortune-telling went a little weird.
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Date: 2025-01-26 04:45 am (UTC)She murmurs oracularly, as if she has any idea who Koyin or her great grandfather is.
"That must be it. There are many paths in which that village becomes famous for its cheese products -- Hateno, correct?" That wasn't fortune-telling; he had just mentioned the village he lived in a few weeks ago. There was another path she had seen briefly in which Link was wearing what she could only describe as a tremendously ugly hat resembling a dead bird with artists surrounding him drawing portraits, but that one she doesn't even bother to mention. Sometimes the fortune-telling went a little weird.
Her eyes drift towards Link's head.
"...Do you have a helmet?"