004. [video]

[faroresdaughter]

[Saria is down on the first floor, knee deep in the murky bleakness that is the well water which seems to have cursed the apartments of late. Her arms are outstretched, a green and shimmering light emitting from her fingers as he chants silent words of growth. Gradually small vine-like plants begin to grow from the moisture, curling up toward the ceiling and flowering with dark coloured blooms.]

Please, little ones, drink as much of this water as you can.