Welcome to Lon Lon Ranch!

*She sees the boy sobbing and alarm bells ring in her head. She forgets the matter of figuring out where she is and walks over to him* ‘ey, breathe hon. Can ya tell me what’s goin’ on?

*Loftwing…where had she heard that before? It must be something from the sky—or Skyloft. Once he takes her hand she smiles, relieved he’s trusting her with this. She looks around them, and spots a castle in this distance* I see a settlement over there, which means they’re’ll likely be people. That’s where we’re gonna go.

*She sees the boy sobbing and alarm bells ring in her head. She forgets the matter of figuring out where she is and walks over to him* ‘ey, breathe hon. Can ya tell me what’s goin’ on?

*Loftwing…where had she heard that before? It must be something from the sky—or Skyloft. Once he takes her hand she smiles, relieved he’s trusting her with this. She looks around them, and spots a castle in this distance* I see a settlement over there, which means they’re’ll likely be people. That’s where we’re gonna go.

*She sees the boy sobbing and alarm bells ring in her head. She forgets the matter of figuring out where she is and walks over to him* ‘ey, breathe hon. Can ya tell me what’s goin’ on?

*Loftwing…where had she heard that before? It must be something from the sky—or Skyloft. Once he takes her hand she smiles, relieved he’s trusting her with this. She looks around them, and spots a castle in this distance* I see a settlement over there, which means they’re’ll likely be people. That’s where we’re gonna go.

*She sees the boy sobbing and alarm bells ring in her head. She forgets the matter of figuring out where she is and walks over to him* ‘ey, breathe hon. Can ya tell me what’s goin’ on?

*She sees the boy sobbing and alarm bells ring in her head. She forgets the matter of figuring out where she is and walks over to him* ‘ey, breathe hon. Can ya tell me what’s goin’ on?

*She sees the boy sobbing and alarm bells ring in her head. She forgets the matter of figuring out where she is and walks over to him* ‘ey, breathe hon. Can ya tell me what’s goin’ on?

"With Them?" Clock asked. "It was at 2 AM, two days before the Carnival of Time, right?"

*she shakes her head* This ain’t Termina hon. I was at Castletown waitin’ for my father but he was sleepin’ near the castle gates. Link helped me find him, and we’ve known each other since.

He goes by Time in the crew he’s been travellin’ with, or they call ‘im old man. If ya want to answer, are ya done with yer journey?

*she looks surprised and then concerned* Well, I dunno if ya have the time, but I’d like for ya to eat somethin’ since my Link has told me he barely took th’ time to eat during his quest. Ya can say no, of course, but at the very least I’d like to send some supplies yer way for whatever ya need to do.

“How do I get an audience, though?”

*she thinks of the rather complex process and offers* Why don’t I try and get ya one? I’ll warn ya though, it’ll take at the very least a couple ‘a days.

"Can't I try and help? If I can't fix the ocarina and can't help Termina, I should make myself useful in some way."

He just stared off into the distance, not being able to bring himself to reply.

All he did was nod slightly. Part of him wondered if she'd understand if he explained the cycles. Not that he could explain, right now.

*she starts writing down the letter on a piece of paper, pausing every once in a while to read the words over, and check in on Clock*

He just watched, a bit curious.

*the handwriting is loopy, and she seems to be making a lot of effort to make it neat. The words are very formal and polite and she does a lot of erasing, trying to make sure it looks and sounds nice*

"He" was a bit more aware now, looking around a bit and eyeing the cookies. She honestly didn't care much for the letter right now; those cookies looked delicious!

*after deciding she’s satisfied with what she’s written she turns back to him and sees him looking at the plate of cookies. She laughs a little* Yer free to take some. I make some out of habit since Time has a sweet tooth, even though he’ll never admit it.

*she takes another cookie and after a moment replies to him* Well, we're goin' to need some way to reach th' princess and get ya an audience. If th' princess accepts the request for an audience, we'll get a letter back. Does that make sense?

Clock nodded. "I do! Though, I'm pretty sure I can navigate Castletown just fine by myself. I know it very well, don't worry!"

If yer sure. Oh! An' also, I'll give ya some extra rupees--it's customary to give that to the messenger as well as a show of gratitude. *she hands you a red rupee*

*Malon puts away the remaining cookies and tray and waits patiently, sitting down with a book on her couch*

Not exactly. The letter says the earliest we’ll be able to attend is tonight, and the latest tomorrow mornin’. How does that sound?

"Works for me." Clock agreed.

‘Right then. Whaddaya say I teach ya how to make these cookies in thr meanwhile?

"Yes please." Clock replied, smiling.

*she leads him into the kitchen and starts pulling out ingredients. She explains while she goes, letting him try to measure out ingredients and stir, until eventually they’ve got dough to work with*

"What do we do now?"

Well, we’re going to break up the dough into small pieces, and roll them into balls. Then they’ll go on th’ pan ‘ere.

These’ll have to bake for about 8 to 10 minutes an’ then we’ll have a couple hours to spare. We can always head to Castletown early if ya’d like, since there’s plenty’a shops an’ games. Or, we can find somethin’ else to do here.

"I want to see what Castletown has," Clock decided.

*she smiles fondly* ‘Right then.

*She nods* Yup, it's time. I...don't know why she answered so quickly though. I wonder...*she trails off, as they head towards the castle*

[[when they got there, clock decided to let malon take the lead. she probably knew what to do better than him, after all.]

*she walked up to the castle gates and the guards told them to wait. Then a brunette lady came and asked for their names. Malon obliged and then the lady nodded, ushering them inside to follow her to the throne room. The castle hallways were just as grandiose as the exterior, and almost empty*

"Uh, Ms. Malon? Do I need to be diplomatic? It's been ages since I've spoken to anyone higher than a mayor..."

I would advise ya to be polite of course, but if ya need me to do the talkin’ I can do that.

*Zelda ushers them closer and Malon begins by saying* My name is Malon, and this is Clock, Your Highness. We are grateful for you taking your time to hear our voices.

*After Zelda nods for her to speak, Malon explains the situation with the Ocarina of Time, and the princess’s eyes widen. Zelda asks to see the ocarina*

*Zelda takes the ocarina carefully and asks gently who Red is, as she looks over the instrument*

"Friend. He's the main reason I've been rewinding time."

*she nods and tells him that she senses almost a crack in the magic, in the sense that it’s damaged. Because the time magic is bound to the instrument, all it can do is make itself smaller to try and protect itself. You would have to be very skilled to find precisely where it is and coax it into the song you play.

He just nodded. "Oh. I see."

"I had to play it a lot on what was essentially the same day, not the three days I usually do. I don't know of anything else that could've done anything."

*Zelda offers to try and channel her own magic into it, to see if that’s the case. She mentions though, that it shouldn’t, because the magic doesn’t seem burnt out. Malon looks thoughtful*

"Yes please."

"Oh. Ok, thank you." He bowed.

Yeah, thank ya, Your Royal Highness for yer help. *she turns to Clock and asks* Is there anythin' else ya'd like to ask 'r talk about now?

He shook his head. "No, I don't have anything. I just needed to know about the ocarina."

*Zelda nods and dismisses them, after asking Malon to send her a letter later. Malon and Clock are escorted out of the castle and she asks him,* What are ya plannin’ on doin’ next? I gotta head back to th’ ranch and tend to the animals. Yer more than welcome to join me ‘f course, but finding this Goddess of Time is surely on yer mind.

"I want to find her," He confirmed. "Like I said, I promised to get Red back, and I intend to ake good on that."

*she smiles* I wish ya luck hon. Yer always welcome to stop by should ya need to. I hope ya get Red back soon.

"Thank you."

"With Them?" Clock asked. "It was at 2 AM, two days before the Carnival of Time, right?"

*she shakes her head* This ain’t Termina hon. I was at Castletown waitin’ for my father but he was sleepin’ near the castle gates. Link helped me find him, and we’ve known each other since.

He goes by Time in the crew he’s been travellin’ with, or they call ‘im old man. If ya want to answer, are ya done with yer journey?

*she looks surprised and then concerned* Well, I dunno if ya have the time, but I’d like for ya to eat somethin’ since my Link has told me he barely took th’ time to eat during his quest. Ya can say no, of course, but at the very least I’d like to send some supplies yer way for whatever ya need to do.

“How do I get an audience, though?”

*she thinks of the rather complex process and offers* Why don’t I try and get ya one? I’ll warn ya though, it’ll take at the very least a couple ‘a days.

"Can't I try and help? If I can't fix the ocarina and can't help Termina, I should make myself useful in some way."

He just stared off into the distance, not being able to bring himself to reply.

All he did was nod slightly. Part of him wondered if she'd understand if he explained the cycles. Not that he could explain, right now.

*she starts writing down the letter on a piece of paper, pausing every once in a while to read the words over, and check in on Clock*

He just watched, a bit curious.

*the handwriting is loopy, and she seems to be making a lot of effort to make it neat. The words are very formal and polite and she does a lot of erasing, trying to make sure it looks and sounds nice*

"He" was a bit more aware now, looking around a bit and eyeing the cookies. She honestly didn't care much for the letter right now; those cookies looked delicious!

*after deciding she’s satisfied with what she’s written she turns back to him and sees him looking at the plate of cookies. She laughs a little* Yer free to take some. I make some out of habit since Time has a sweet tooth, even though he’ll never admit it.

*she takes another cookie and after a moment replies to him* Well, we're goin' to need some way to reach th' princess and get ya an audience. If th' princess accepts the request for an audience, we'll get a letter back. Does that make sense?

Clock nodded. "I do! Though, I'm pretty sure I can navigate Castletown just fine by myself. I know it very well, don't worry!"

If yer sure. Oh! An' also, I'll give ya some extra rupees--it's customary to give that to the messenger as well as a show of gratitude. *she hands you a red rupee*

*Malon puts away the remaining cookies and tray and waits patiently, sitting down with a book on her couch*

Not exactly. The letter says the earliest we’ll be able to attend is tonight, and the latest tomorrow mornin’. How does that sound?

"Works for me." Clock agreed.

‘Right then. Whaddaya say I teach ya how to make these cookies in thr meanwhile?

"Yes please." Clock replied, smiling.

*she leads him into the kitchen and starts pulling out ingredients. She explains while she goes, letting him try to measure out ingredients and stir, until eventually they’ve got dough to work with*

"What do we do now?"

Well, we’re going to break up the dough into small pieces, and roll them into balls. Then they’ll go on th’ pan ‘ere.

These’ll have to bake for about 8 to 10 minutes an’ then we’ll have a couple hours to spare. We can always head to Castletown early if ya’d like, since there’s plenty’a shops an’ games. Or, we can find somethin’ else to do here.

"I want to see what Castletown has," Clock decided.

*she smiles fondly* ‘Right then.

*She nods* Yup, it's time. I...don't know why she answered so quickly though. I wonder...*she trails off, as they head towards the castle*

[[when they got there, clock decided to let malon take the lead. she probably knew what to do better than him, after all.]

*she walked up to the castle gates and the guards told them to wait. Then a brunette lady came and asked for their names. Malon obliged and then the lady nodded, ushering them inside to follow her to the throne room. The castle hallways were just as grandiose as the exterior, and almost empty*

"Uh, Ms. Malon? Do I need to be diplomatic? It's been ages since I've spoken to anyone higher than a mayor..."

I would advise ya to be polite of course, but if ya need me to do the talkin’ I can do that.

*Zelda ushers them closer and Malon begins by saying* My name is Malon, and this is Clock, Your Highness. We are grateful for you taking your time to hear our voices.

*After Zelda nods for her to speak, Malon explains the situation with the Ocarina of Time, and the princess’s eyes widen. Zelda asks to see the ocarina*

*Zelda takes the ocarina carefully and asks gently who Red is, as she looks over the instrument*

"Friend. He's the main reason I've been rewinding time."

*she nods and tells him that she senses almost a crack in the magic, in the sense that it’s damaged. Because the time magic is bound to the instrument, all it can do is make itself smaller to try and protect itself. You would have to be very skilled to find precisely where it is and coax it into the song you play.

He just nodded. "Oh. I see."

"I had to play it a lot on what was essentially the same day, not the three days I usually do. I don't know of anything else that could've done anything."

*Zelda offers to try and channel her own magic into it, to see if that’s the case. She mentions though, that it shouldn’t, because the magic doesn’t seem burnt out. Malon looks thoughtful*

"Yes please."

"Oh. Ok, thank you." He bowed.

Yeah, thank ya, Your Royal Highness for yer help. *she turns to Clock and asks* Is there anythin' else ya'd like to ask 'r talk about now?

He shook his head. "No, I don't have anything. I just needed to know about the ocarina."

*Zelda nods and dismisses them, after asking Malon to send her a letter later. Malon and Clock are escorted out of the castle and she asks him,* What are ya plannin’ on doin’ next? I gotta head back to th’ ranch and tend to the animals. Yer more than welcome to join me ‘f course, but finding this Goddess of Time is surely on yer mind.

"I want to find her," He confirmed. "Like I said, I promised to get Red back, and I intend to ake good on that."

*she smiles* I wish ya luck hon. Yer always welcome to stop by should ya need to. I hope ya get Red back soon.

"With Them?" Clock asked. "It was at 2 AM, two days before the Carnival of Time, right?"

*she shakes her head* This ain’t Termina hon. I was at Castletown waitin’ for my father but he was sleepin’ near the castle gates. Link helped me find him, and we’ve known each other since.

He goes by Time in the crew he’s been travellin’ with, or they call ‘im old man. If ya want to answer, are ya done with yer journey?

*she looks surprised and then concerned* Well, I dunno if ya have the time, but I’d like for ya to eat somethin’ since my Link has told me he barely took th’ time to eat during his quest. Ya can say no, of course, but at the very least I’d like to send some supplies yer way for whatever ya need to do.

“How do I get an audience, though?”

*she thinks of the rather complex process and offers* Why don’t I try and get ya one? I’ll warn ya though, it’ll take at the very least a couple ‘a days.

"Can't I try and help? If I can't fix the ocarina and can't help Termina, I should make myself useful in some way."

He just stared off into the distance, not being able to bring himself to reply.

All he did was nod slightly. Part of him wondered if she'd understand if he explained the cycles. Not that he could explain, right now.

*she starts writing down the letter on a piece of paper, pausing every once in a while to read the words over, and check in on Clock*

He just watched, a bit curious.

*the handwriting is loopy, and she seems to be making a lot of effort to make it neat. The words are very formal and polite and she does a lot of erasing, trying to make sure it looks and sounds nice*

"He" was a bit more aware now, looking around a bit and eyeing the cookies. She honestly didn't care much for the letter right now; those cookies looked delicious!

*after deciding she’s satisfied with what she’s written she turns back to him and sees him looking at the plate of cookies. She laughs a little* Yer free to take some. I make some out of habit since Time has a sweet tooth, even though he’ll never admit it.

*she takes another cookie and after a moment replies to him* Well, we're goin' to need some way to reach th' princess and get ya an audience. If th' princess accepts the request for an audience, we'll get a letter back. Does that make sense?

Clock nodded. "I do! Though, I'm pretty sure I can navigate Castletown just fine by myself. I know it very well, don't worry!"

If yer sure. Oh! An' also, I'll give ya some extra rupees--it's customary to give that to the messenger as well as a show of gratitude. *she hands you a red rupee*

*Malon puts away the remaining cookies and tray and waits patiently, sitting down with a book on her couch*

Not exactly. The letter says the earliest we’ll be able to attend is tonight, and the latest tomorrow mornin’. How does that sound?

"Works for me." Clock agreed.

‘Right then. Whaddaya say I teach ya how to make these cookies in thr meanwhile?

"Yes please." Clock replied, smiling.

*she leads him into the kitchen and starts pulling out ingredients. She explains while she goes, letting him try to measure out ingredients and stir, until eventually they’ve got dough to work with*

"What do we do now?"

Well, we’re going to break up the dough into small pieces, and roll them into balls. Then they’ll go on th’ pan ‘ere.

These’ll have to bake for about 8 to 10 minutes an’ then we’ll have a couple hours to spare. We can always head to Castletown early if ya’d like, since there’s plenty’a shops an’ games. Or, we can find somethin’ else to do here.

"I want to see what Castletown has," Clock decided.

*she smiles fondly* ‘Right then.

*She nods* Yup, it's time. I...don't know why she answered so quickly though. I wonder...*she trails off, as they head towards the castle*

[[when they got there, clock decided to let malon take the lead. she probably knew what to do better than him, after all.]

*she walked up to the castle gates and the guards told them to wait. Then a brunette lady came and asked for their names. Malon obliged and then the lady nodded, ushering them inside to follow her to the throne room. The castle hallways were just as grandiose as the exterior, and almost empty*

"Uh, Ms. Malon? Do I need to be diplomatic? It's been ages since I've spoken to anyone higher than a mayor..."

I would advise ya to be polite of course, but if ya need me to do the talkin’ I can do that.

*Zelda ushers them closer and Malon begins by saying* My name is Malon, and this is Clock, Your Highness. We are grateful for you taking your time to hear our voices.

*After Zelda nods for her to speak, Malon explains the situation with the Ocarina of Time, and the princess’s eyes widen. Zelda asks to see the ocarina*

*Zelda takes the ocarina carefully and asks gently who Red is, as she looks over the instrument*

"Friend. He's the main reason I've been rewinding time."

*she nods and tells him that she senses almost a crack in the magic, in the sense that it’s damaged. Because the time magic is bound to the instrument, all it can do is make itself smaller to try and protect itself. You would have to be very skilled to find precisely where it is and coax it into the song you play.

He just nodded. "Oh. I see."

"I had to play it a lot on what was essentially the same day, not the three days I usually do. I don't know of anything else that could've done anything."

*Zelda offers to try and channel her own magic into it, to see if that’s the case. She mentions though, that it shouldn’t, because the magic doesn’t seem burnt out. Malon looks thoughtful*

"Yes please."

"Oh. Ok, thank you." He bowed.

Yeah, thank ya, Your Royal Highness for yer help. *she turns to Clock and asks* Is there anythin' else ya'd like to ask 'r talk about now?

He shook his head. "No, I don't have anything. I just needed to know about the ocarina."

*Zelda nods and dismisses them, after asking Malon to send her a letter later. Malon and Clock are escorted out of the castle and she asks him,* What are ya plannin’ on doin’ next? I gotta head back to th’ ranch and tend to the animals. Yer more than welcome to join me ‘f course, but finding this Goddess of Time is surely on yer mind.

"With Them?" Clock asked. "It was at 2 AM, two days before the Carnival of Time, right?"

*she shakes her head* This ain’t Termina hon. I was at Castletown waitin’ for my father but he was sleepin’ near the castle gates. Link helped me find him, and we’ve known each other since.

He goes by Time in the crew he’s been travellin’ with, or they call ‘im old man. If ya want to answer, are ya done with yer journey?

*she looks surprised and then concerned* Well, I dunno if ya have the time, but I’d like for ya to eat somethin’ since my Link has told me he barely took th’ time to eat during his quest. Ya can say no, of course, but at the very least I’d like to send some supplies yer way for whatever ya need to do.

“How do I get an audience, though?”

*she thinks of the rather complex process and offers* Why don’t I try and get ya one? I’ll warn ya though, it’ll take at the very least a couple ‘a days.

"Can't I try and help? If I can't fix the ocarina and can't help Termina, I should make myself useful in some way."

He just stared off into the distance, not being able to bring himself to reply.

All he did was nod slightly. Part of him wondered if she'd understand if he explained the cycles. Not that he could explain, right now.

*she starts writing down the letter on a piece of paper, pausing every once in a while to read the words over, and check in on Clock*

He just watched, a bit curious.

*the handwriting is loopy, and she seems to be making a lot of effort to make it neat. The words are very formal and polite and she does a lot of erasing, trying to make sure it looks and sounds nice*

"He" was a bit more aware now, looking around a bit and eyeing the cookies. She honestly didn't care much for the letter right now; those cookies looked delicious!

*after deciding she’s satisfied with what she’s written she turns back to him and sees him looking at the plate of cookies. She laughs a little* Yer free to take some. I make some out of habit since Time has a sweet tooth, even though he’ll never admit it.

*she takes another cookie and after a moment replies to him* Well, we're goin' to need some way to reach th' princess and get ya an audience. If th' princess accepts the request for an audience, we'll get a letter back. Does that make sense?

Clock nodded. "I do! Though, I'm pretty sure I can navigate Castletown just fine by myself. I know it very well, don't worry!"

If yer sure. Oh! An' also, I'll give ya some extra rupees--it's customary to give that to the messenger as well as a show of gratitude. *she hands you a red rupee*

*Malon puts away the remaining cookies and tray and waits patiently, sitting down with a book on her couch*

Not exactly. The letter says the earliest we’ll be able to attend is tonight, and the latest tomorrow mornin’. How does that sound?

"Works for me." Clock agreed.

‘Right then. Whaddaya say I teach ya how to make these cookies in thr meanwhile?

"Yes please." Clock replied, smiling.

*she leads him into the kitchen and starts pulling out ingredients. She explains while she goes, letting him try to measure out ingredients and stir, until eventually they’ve got dough to work with*

"What do we do now?"

Well, we’re going to break up the dough into small pieces, and roll them into balls. Then they’ll go on th’ pan ‘ere.

These’ll have to bake for about 8 to 10 minutes an’ then we’ll have a couple hours to spare. We can always head to Castletown early if ya’d like, since there’s plenty’a shops an’ games. Or, we can find somethin’ else to do here.

"I want to see what Castletown has," Clock decided.

*she smiles fondly* ‘Right then.

*She nods* Yup, it's time. I...don't know why she answered so quickly though. I wonder...*she trails off, as they head towards the castle*

[[when they got there, clock decided to let malon take the lead. she probably knew what to do better than him, after all.]

*she walked up to the castle gates and the guards told them to wait. Then a brunette lady came and asked for their names. Malon obliged and then the lady nodded, ushering them inside to follow her to the throne room. The castle hallways were just as grandiose as the exterior, and almost empty*

"Uh, Ms. Malon? Do I need to be diplomatic? It's been ages since I've spoken to anyone higher than a mayor..."

I would advise ya to be polite of course, but if ya need me to do the talkin’ I can do that.

*Zelda ushers them closer and Malon begins by saying* My name is Malon, and this is Clock, Your Highness. We are grateful for you taking your time to hear our voices.

*After Zelda nods for her to speak, Malon explains the situation with the Ocarina of Time, and the princess’s eyes widen. Zelda asks to see the ocarina*

*Zelda takes the ocarina carefully and asks gently who Red is, as she looks over the instrument*

"Friend. He's the main reason I've been rewinding time."

*she nods and tells him that she senses almost a crack in the magic, in the sense that it’s damaged. Because the time magic is bound to the instrument, all it can do is make itself smaller to try and protect itself. You would have to be very skilled to find precisely where it is and coax it into the song you play.

He just nodded. "Oh. I see."

"I had to play it a lot on what was essentially the same day, not the three days I usually do. I don't know of anything else that could've done anything."

*Zelda offers to try and channel her own magic into it, to see if that’s the case. She mentions though, that it shouldn’t, because the magic doesn’t seem burnt out. Malon looks thoughtful*

"Yes please."

"Oh. Ok, thank you." He bowed.

Yeah, thank ya, Your Royal Highness for yer help. *she turns to Clock and asks* Is there anythin' else ya'd like to ask 'r talk about now?

"With Them?" Clock asked. "It was at 2 AM, two days before the Carnival of Time, right?"

*she shakes her head* This ain’t Termina hon. I was at Castletown waitin’ for my father but he was sleepin’ near the castle gates. Link helped me find him, and we’ve known each other since.

He goes by Time in the crew he’s been travellin’ with, or they call ‘im old man. If ya want to answer, are ya done with yer journey?

*she looks surprised and then concerned* Well, I dunno if ya have the time, but I’d like for ya to eat somethin’ since my Link has told me he barely took th’ time to eat during his quest. Ya can say no, of course, but at the very least I’d like to send some supplies yer way for whatever ya need to do.

“How do I get an audience, though?”

*she thinks of the rather complex process and offers* Why don’t I try and get ya one? I’ll warn ya though, it’ll take at the very least a couple ‘a days.

"Can't I try and help? If I can't fix the ocarina and can't help Termina, I should make myself useful in some way."

He just stared off into the distance, not being able to bring himself to reply.

All he did was nod slightly. Part of him wondered if she'd understand if he explained the cycles. Not that he could explain, right now.

*she starts writing down the letter on a piece of paper, pausing every once in a while to read the words over, and check in on Clock*

He just watched, a bit curious.

*the handwriting is loopy, and she seems to be making a lot of effort to make it neat. The words are very formal and polite and she does a lot of erasing, trying to make sure it looks and sounds nice*

"He" was a bit more aware now, looking around a bit and eyeing the cookies. She honestly didn't care much for the letter right now; those cookies looked delicious!

*after deciding she’s satisfied with what she’s written she turns back to him and sees him looking at the plate of cookies. She laughs a little* Yer free to take some. I make some out of habit since Time has a sweet tooth, even though he’ll never admit it.

*she takes another cookie and after a moment replies to him* Well, we're goin' to need some way to reach th' princess and get ya an audience. If th' princess accepts the request for an audience, we'll get a letter back. Does that make sense?

Clock nodded. "I do! Though, I'm pretty sure I can navigate Castletown just fine by myself. I know it very well, don't worry!"

If yer sure. Oh! An' also, I'll give ya some extra rupees--it's customary to give that to the messenger as well as a show of gratitude. *she hands you a red rupee*

*Malon puts away the remaining cookies and tray and waits patiently, sitting down with a book on her couch*

Not exactly. The letter says the earliest we’ll be able to attend is tonight, and the latest tomorrow mornin’. How does that sound?

"Works for me." Clock agreed.

‘Right then. Whaddaya say I teach ya how to make these cookies in thr meanwhile?

"Yes please." Clock replied, smiling.

*she leads him into the kitchen and starts pulling out ingredients. She explains while she goes, letting him try to measure out ingredients and stir, until eventually they’ve got dough to work with*

"What do we do now?"

Well, we’re going to break up the dough into small pieces, and roll them into balls. Then they’ll go on th’ pan ‘ere.

These’ll have to bake for about 8 to 10 minutes an’ then we’ll have a couple hours to spare. We can always head to Castletown early if ya’d like, since there’s plenty’a shops an’ games. Or, we can find somethin’ else to do here.

"I want to see what Castletown has," Clock decided.

*she smiles fondly* ‘Right then.

*She nods* Yup, it's time. I...don't know why she answered so quickly though. I wonder...*she trails off, as they head towards the castle*

[[when they got there, clock decided to let malon take the lead. she probably knew what to do better than him, after all.]

*she walked up to the castle gates and the guards told them to wait. Then a brunette lady came and asked for their names. Malon obliged and then the lady nodded, ushering them inside to follow her to the throne room. The castle hallways were just as grandiose as the exterior, and almost empty*

"Uh, Ms. Malon? Do I need to be diplomatic? It's been ages since I've spoken to anyone higher than a mayor..."

I would advise ya to be polite of course, but if ya need me to do the talkin’ I can do that.

*Zelda ushers them closer and Malon begins by saying* My name is Malon, and this is Clock, Your Highness. We are grateful for you taking your time to hear our voices.

*After Zelda nods for her to speak, Malon explains the situation with the Ocarina of Time, and the princess’s eyes widen. Zelda asks to see the ocarina*

*Zelda takes the ocarina carefully and asks gently who Red is, as she looks over the instrument*

"Friend. He's the main reason I've been rewinding time."

*she nods and tells him that she senses almost a crack in the magic, in the sense that it’s damaged. Because the time magic is bound to the instrument, all it can do is make itself smaller to try and protect itself. You would have to be very skilled to find precisely where it is and coax it into the song you play.

He just nodded. "Oh. I see."

"I had to play it a lot on what was essentially the same day, not the three days I usually do. I don't know of anything else that could've done anything."

*Zelda offers to try and channel her own magic into it, to see if that’s the case. She mentions though, that it shouldn’t, because the magic doesn’t seem burnt out. Malon looks thoughtful*