Keely walked through Hyrule Field as fast as her cane would allow, trying to get away from Navi, who, a bit too sensitive to Keely's trials with walking, would caution her about everysingle obstacle she came into contact with, even if it was just a pebble or a broken branch. It wasn't that Keely was ungrateful for the little faerie's help, but she was beginning to only be able top think the words "Watch out!" and "Listen!" Fortunately, Keely's skills at balancing were rapidly increasing, although she wasn't ready to give up her cane for good just yet. As she covered ground across the field, she saw a chestnut horse frunning wild through the grasses--or at least that's what Keely thought, until a sharp whistle turned it running back somewhere. Curious, Keely decided to follow the horse.

At length, she saw the horse stop at a walled-in structure and stop to be petted by a young human female, who gave it a long orange root-looking thing, and then the horse went inside the fence. "Good Epona! What a sweet horse!" the girl told the animal.

Epona? Wasn't that the name of an ancient Celtic goddess who was identified with horses? Wondering where that information had come from, Keely approached the girl. "Hello," she said. "I am Keely. Who are you?"

"Hello!" the girl said with the enthusiasm of a child, grinning at Keely. I'm Malon, and this is Lon Lon Ranch, famous for its milk throughout all Hyrule!" My father owns the place, and his name is Talon."

Using her sonar, Keely peered into the inside of the Lon Lon Ranch. "Is your father the skinny man who is counting money from a panel inside the wall?"

Malon laughed.. "No, that's our assistant, Talon is the fat man sleeping--excuse me, did you say from a panel in the wall?"

Keely nodded. "Inside the loft in the barn."

The little girl spun around and ran off, yelling, "I told you not to hide money inside the house anymore!" Meanwhile, Navi seemed to have fouind someone else to bother. Keely decided to stay where she was for a little while, as it seemed to be a peaceful place.

Stumbling away from the miserable town, Corak was only too happy to find his way to the grassy area, almost beautiful as the twilight played interesting shadows across the area. Of course, any place that wasn't swimming in water was a place that Corak would have liked, mind.

Sitting down roughly by a tree, Corak laid the translator-in-the-works down beside him, but far away enough so as it would not catch any of the water that was still dripping from every inch of his artificial body. Already, his manouvering of the general grasping of the object was becoming quite jerky.

Furrowing his brow, and looking around, Corak began to force the water out of his hair.
'My masters anticipated many things, but not such a large quantity of hydrogen-fused-with-oxygen molecules to come into contact with my person. ' Corak sighed inwardly, 'I'm sure I'll be alright... but I shall have to try to conserve some more energy, so that I may continue with the quest and try to right what has been wronged.'

Coughing once, which produced an array of fantastical colourful electrical sparks around the logical being, Corak continued trying to remove the water from his being, completely unawares of a rustling in the long bushes of grass near him...