[1]
Somehow someway, perhaps due to fairy magic or just the way the planes of the multiverse tend to converge, you wound up in a strange forest. No matter where you walk or how you turn, you always feel like you're going in circles even if you take care to mark a completely straight path. The foliage above you is so thick, even the sun or moon can't act as a guide for you. What's worse? Oh, what's worse is you can almost feel someone watching, giggling at your plight from the foliage, but when you cut through the thick of it no one is there. You are lost. Hopelessly lost, doomed to become a skeleton in this eldritch forest.
That is, until you hear music. A steady
upbeat melody that makes something inside you want to dance. With no other clue nor any other way out you decide to follow this song and eventually come upon a clearing in which a young girl, far too young to be so at ease in these woods, is sitting upon a stump before a great structure.
"Hello. I hope you didn't get into too much trouble on your way here."
[2]
Saria, for all her maturity and the wisdom she has gained over the centuries of being a Sage, is still a child in her heart of hearts.
In a nutshell? This means tag with the first willing person to entertain a very bored immortal little girl. And since the pair of you are in the Lost Woods, Saria has the advantage of both being on her own turf and within her sagely domain. The forest has done nothing but impede you in your pursuit of the laughing girl. Why, she's even hanging upside down from a branch, laughing merrily. Someone hung around Skull Kids too much.
"Told ya you can't catch me!"
[3]
Being a sage is a lonely job, especially in these days when those born in the forest frequently leave and rarely return and the other Sages are busy maintaining their own domains. Saria, despite her position, is still only human. She likes socializing, likes being able to talk to people, to play and learn and grow.
Yet it is because of her position that she's very aware of what the forest she holds dominion over can do, and even more aware that she can not hold it off someone forever. Not with magic as old as that, and not with her still learning what she's capable of. There has only ever been, and only ever will be, one person capable of withstanding it who was not born in the forest itself, the one whose sword she fervently guarded when the Princess-later-Queen moved its resting place to her domain.
It's why, today, she's silent. Quiet. Not even playing the ocarina she holds in her hands. Saria knows all this and wonders when, just when, she will be able to protect all who entered the forest and not only a few for what always felt like a short time.