Kafei is hiding on the deck on the roof of the Stock Pot Inn. He is not hiding to get out of work, as can be seen by the basket he brought with him, full of clothes that need mending. No, he’s hiding to get away from Anju’s mother. She picked today to work through some strong emotions, possibly on other people.
It’s a beautiful day in late spring, with a deep blue sky, puffy clouds, and a light breeze. Termina Field isn’t visible past the town’s protective walls, but there’s an unmistakable scent of wild grass and possibility that mingles with the the town’s usual stamp on the senses. Kafei didn’t wake up this morning expecting to spend a large part of today on the deck, but he’s enjoying it. He’s sewing a button back onto one of Anju’s grandmother’s shirts, and his mind is completely elsewhere, lost in thoughts of a book he’s been reading.
Kafei is fascinated with history, and he was very lucky to buy a book of poetry dating back to Ikana and the Old World, from a traveler who came to the inn a few weeks ago. His favorite poem so far has been about the legend behind the Sun Mask and the Moon Mask, those masks that engaged couples so often replicate for their wedding ceremonies. According to the story, a strange woman appeared in a town in Old World Ikana one evening, at twilight. She asked around desperately for help. She claimed to be from another world, but more importantly, she spoke of a true love in her homeland who she’d become separated from. There are different versions of the story, and it’s impossible to know what really happened. In some versions, she finds her way home. In other versions, she remains separated from her love forever. But the event (if there was any truth to it at all) inspired a conversation about love and loyalty that has stood, and continues to stand, the test of time.
Since Kafei is outside, he’s the first to see a strange traveler make her way towards the inn. A lot of the town’s newcomers end up there, and he’s seen a lot of different folk in the months since he moved in with his own true love. He’s never seen a floating imp with fiery red hair before. He’s curious, but he doesn’t need to stare. He can ask Anju about the visitor later. She’s probably at the desk now.
What a strange place Midna found herself in. She noted the giant clock with the tower, and the strange people that inhabited the town. There was life here, which was both very similar and very different than her own peoples’ city at home, in the Twilight Realm. The only difference was that this place wasn’t covered in perpetual twilight, of course... and that was odd to Midna because she wasn’t burning away here. Not like she probably would have if she entered the Realm of Light parallel to her home, which was very holy to the golden goddesses that created it. No... she felt fine here, which was almost like the Hyrule that she was pulled into just prior to all of this. The sun was even blazing overhead. It was warm...
Midna hummed as she floated along. Maybe she should find somewhere to stay? She figured it might be a while before she was able to figure out a way to return home... And she wasn’t sure how she’d even gotten here. She had entered a portal created by Lana to teleport somewhere--and now she was here.
She snorted derisively as she approached what looked like an inn of sorts--the “Stock Pot Inn”... whatever a stock pot was. Midna approached a door and her hair extended, like a long arm, and pushed at the door--oh right. These also had those... what were they? ‘Knobs.' She twisted the knob on the door and pushed it open.
“Hello?” Midna called as she entered the inn. “Can I stay here? Inns are for staying aren’t they?” She folded her arms over her chest, huffing. She’d never needed to ask to stay at an inn in her life! She was a princess! Eventually a nice lady came along and helped her out... she had to fork over rupees! Well, it’s a good thing Midna had saved all of the ones she’d gotten fighting alongside the Hyrule Warriors. She was given a fairly small room with a single bed, but Midna didn’t feel like sleeping just yet. She wanted to wander about.
“I can leave and come back, can’t I?” she had asked, and the innkeeper had amusedly nodded with a smile. Midna whisked off out the door again, and glided skyward before settling gently on the large building that appeared like a humongous chest--like the ones you’d find in temples with various treasures inside. She hummed softly, wondering where she went wrong with the portal. It would be wise to work from there before attempting to find her way back to where she’d be able to get her normal form back! She was certain this wasn’t even in the same realm.
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