Kakariko Village

Waking of Saturday, MARCH FOURTH, 2017 ~ 9

Kakariko Village

The road veered toward the left, and towering canyon walls rose up on either side of me. Strange, decorative posts and ropes with flags and things began spanning the road, anchored into the stone overhead. And before I knew it.... I had arrived at Kakariko Village.

The first person I saw was a woman named Nanna. She seemed to have twisted her ankle, but when she saw my Sheikah Slate, she insisted that the first thing I do be to go to Lady Impa’s house. She showed me which one it was, the big one just in front of the waterfall.

I walked my horse down into the village. All the people—Sheikah, I assume—had white hair. The atmosphere was very.... Japanese.

I dismounted in the center of town, and approached Impa’s house. Two men, Cado and Dorian, stopped me as they guarded the stairway. But like the woman Nanna, urged me to hurry inside at the sight of the Sheikah Slate.

This thing must have been very important.

At the top of the outside steps, on the wrap-around patio just outside the front door, a girl saw me and covered her face, trembling, and stammered, “A man!”

I wondered what the culture here was like.

Her name was Paya and she suffered from a bad stutter. But she was kind. And kinda cute.

She invited me into the house.

Impa was a bent, tiny old woman, a little reminiscent of the ancient shamans I had seen in the shrines I had visited.

She asked me if I recognized her.

I didn’t.

How old was this woman....?