To say she was surprised was needless.
She’d never seen such a celebration. Such things weren’t there in Castle Town. They had their share of festivals, but nothing that dressed the entire town in bouts of color. The woman wanders, glancing all around as she makes her way towards her friend’s home, if she could even find it again. It had been so long since she’d made the trip here, and as far as her father knew, she was out in the fields, camping. The only celebration in Castle Town now was a celebration of the rainy season, which she didn’t partake in.
Zelda wasn’t a fan of rain.
But it seemed that the rain didn’t extend this far. And when she heard a familiar voice, it went without saying, that she was happy. Happy, and shocked to see Konda in such an interesting garb. He certainly was a looker, wasn’t he? And she had no doubt that his wife looked equally stunning, wherever she may have been.
“And you look quite special in that. The village really does look beautiful. I was not expecting such a celebration, tell me, what is it about?”
Zelda’s first two words were enough to get Konda grinning from ear tuft to ear tuft. Nothing tickled him more than having someone outside of the village marvel at their customs. Though he was shocked to hear that she didn’t know about the Festival of Colors. How could he have neglected to tell her any of the details about this big celebration! For shame, Konda, he briefly scolded himself.
“Ah, ye wanna know about the Festival o’ Colors!” It was more of a proclamation rather than a question. “Well lucky ye, Lassie! Ye came right at the perfect time!” He gestured up towards the village. “The Festival has just begun. It’s a week-long celebration we Rito host every year at the start o’ spring. Ta put it simply, it’s a week where we celebrate all that Hyrule has blessed us wit’. I know ye Hylians have a good handful o’ celebrations. Yer can think o’ this like… like havin’ all o’ yer holidays on the same week. That’s what this is ta us Rito. Though that’s not ta say that we don’t have holidays outside o’ this one, but they’re few an’ far between. The Festival o’ Colors is pretty much our biggest holiday o’ the year.
“Each day o’ the Festival o’ Colors has its own special celebration an’ meaning. At the end o’ each day, we hold a ceremony ta pay homage ta whatever that day’s celebration happens ta be fer.” He gestured to his getup. “I’m the one who gets ta lead the ceremony, which is why I’m dressed like this. As the village storyteller an’ the one who’s responsible fer passin’ down legends among our people, it’s my responsibility ta host the main event.” He chuckled. “Basically, I just narrate while the performers do their thing. I do this every day except fer the sixth day. That’s when me son will be doin’ the narratin’ instead.”
Without any more hesitation, Konda gestured for Zelda to come and follow him into the village. “The first day is when we celebrate the goddess Din an’ the changin’ o’ seasons.” He gestured to several groups of adult Rito. Some of the groups were already out performing intricate dances for spectators, while other groups seemed to be doing stretches and warmups in preparation for sporting events. “We got a lot o’ fun stuff goin’ on today. Yer see anythin’ yer interested in partakin’ in, ye just say the word, Yer Highness! The village would be more than happy ta have ya celebrate wit’ us. I know I am!”