Arrika had a feeling that Zeze wasn't mentally unstable as Sakiko had assumed, feeling sorry for her friend's amnesia. "I'm Arrika," the Sheikah said simply, the energy she lacked reflecting in the bard. Or nomad. She kind of seemed like an infusion of both... It seemed hard to believe that Sakiko once knew a person completely her opposite. But wasn't it possible that the silver-haired mage was just as peppy, but forgot her old self when she lost her memory? So many possibilities. "So... er... you live round here?"

Sakiko sighed, and edged away from the stranger. Such nuisance! However, the red haired color seemed oblivious to the waves of annoyance radiating from Sakiko. Zapheta clapped and did a cartwheel. She did some more backflips, and landed on her hands with ease. She beamed at Arrika and said,

"Nopee, I be a traveler! I don't settle down for nuthin'."

She laughed and began to sing,

Don't settle down for nuthin,
cuz I can't resist the somethin'
of the long, long road...
the long, long...

Zeze trailed off, fianlly seeing Sakiko's glacial stare. The bard knelt by the mage, quickly switching into gravity and serious composure.

"Sakiko, do you really not remember me? Although you do look different, I still remember you. Keiko Town, with your aunt Opegaria, right? And after your house burned down..."

Zeze choked on her words, her emerald eyes welling up. Sakiko's eyes widened. For a fleeting second, she truly believed that this Zeze could've been telling the truth this whole time. And it was true: her past memories were blurry, but she couldn't have forgotten so many factors of her childhood. It seemed impossible. The mage stood up abruptly, hiding her face. Completely ignoring Zeze, Sakiko turned to Arrika and commented with a rather trembling voice,

"It's getting late. We should create a fire to keep the monsters and the cold away. Although I don't mind the cold..."

"Fire? My dear friend, it's raining," Arrika said, mocking a pompous wealthy person's accent. "You wanna go back to Sovelis' with me? Zeze can come too... If you don't mind, that is." She looked up at the dark sky, the rain growing heavier with every passing minute. At least most of the dirt had blood had washed off. "Sakiko... I'd give her a chance, if I were you," Arrika said quietly so that only the mage could hear. "She might be of some help... It's just a suggestion."

Sakiko frowned slightly, remembering that she must always remember to not leave magic as a hiding hint. She reached out into her robes, and withdrew a piece of cloth. Flattening it with swiftness, as if she had done this for the billionth time, the mage flew it above her head. There, the piece of cloth stayed, and the drops of rain slithered around the surface instead of seeping into it. The mage turned to Arrika and said shortly,

"No, I don't really want to go to Sovelis's house. If you want, then you can go. I'd much rather stay here."

She listened carefully to Arrika's small murmur, and replied in the same curt manner,

"She may be a nuisance, but if you insist."

Zeze stayed quiet, much to Sakiko's surpise. The bard tucked the flute securely to her hip, and stayed in the dripping wet. Her green eyes downcast. Finally, the 'nuisance' said slowly,

"My brother, Masakazu, has a house. Would you like to go?"

The mage raised an eyebrow, and turned to Arrika.

"Well, that's even better," Arrika said, trying to smile although she really didn't feel like it. This was for Sakiko's benefit, not hers. Oh well, shake off the selfish thoughts and just go. Sakiko needed all the support she could get. "Masakazu, eh? That's a nice name... Where does he live? Nearby, I hope. Let's go before my boots start overflowing!" She hopped a bit inside her boots, water gushing out from the top.