On a hill, by a lake,
(long long ago)

There stands a castle complex before you. Its high white walls are toped in ceramic tiles, azure, cerulian, cyan, cobalt, indigo, overlaping, trimed in white, they roll along the rooftops of square buildings like frozen waves. They crash and join at the peak of rooftops, sloped. The complex extends outward and around, contained by hight walls, patrolled by men in wide flat hats and laqured armor, it swirls around a centeral building, tier upon teir of white and blue rising to meet a single point, high in the clouds...

There is only one gate in the wall, and it guarded well...

Laden with parcels from the shops in Rauru town, The Lovers ascend the rise of the hill toward the gate. Arm in arm in splendid red and yellow and deep blue as though there was some wish to join nature on this crisp autumn day in the beauty that it was presenting. Approaching the gate the man calls out,
Hail! What lord lives in yonder castle?

He'd been following the footprints, the footsteps, his eyes forward. Arco slows his pace as the Lovers slow theirs, and observing them, does his best to imitate their graceful, pure, full steps.

And then, he follows their eyes. The Sheikah stands, some way away from it but still close enough to have to crane his neck, under the shadow of the colossus. Hands thrust into his cloak, he shifts his body weight from heel to heel, watching, listening for the answer to the man's question.