The young woman stared out at the harsh storm through her upstairs window. The way the wind distressed the trees' leaves, how the rain pattered against the glass panes, it was mesmerizing. She sat with her nose pressed to the invisible barrier, listening to the cracking of thunder in the distance, when she heard another loud noise. Her father was calling her. Letting out a sigh, she swept her blonde bangs out of her eyes and headed down the steps, her apple green dress brushing against her legs as she went.<br/><br/>"Oh, hi Kafei!" Ester smiled warmly at the guest. She didn't expect to see him out in this kind of weather either, but it was nice to have company nonetheless. She found that the adults of the village were better friends than those of her own age, who would often exclude her from things. "Yes, I've been doing just fine."<br/><br/>Just then, her head whipped in the direction of the sound of clay smashing against the ground. 'What was that?' she wondered. She gave a nod to her father, opening the door, only to have her front sprayed with water form the storm and her dress whip around her legs as she headed out. She had to keep brushing her hair out of her face, as it kept blowing back and getting stuck to her skin. "Stupid hair!" she cursed, feeling around the side of the house to the shed where she had heard the sound.<br/><br/>Slowly she opened the door, peeking her head in. She was sure it was just one of those damn Keese that would get into the buildings occasionally and screw stuff up, but from the sound of it, whatever was in there might have been bigger. She reached over, grabbing the brightly painted hilt of a wooden sword, one she had acquired from a festival a few years back. Ester held it readily in front of her, ready to smack whatever was in there over the head with it.<br/><br/>Then, as her eyes finally adjusted to the dark lighting, she saw it. Amidst the shells of broken pottery lay a small person, perhaps three feet tall, knocked unconscious. The faux sword lowered, and her green eyes lit up with confusion. Who the heck was this guy? Just then, she noticed the massive, gaping hole in the ceiling. "Oh my Goddess!" she gasped, staring up through the splintered hole at the storm clouds above, then down at the odd person. At first, she didn't know what to do, or if she should go tell her father, but she finally settled on trying to wake this.... thing. She knelt down beside it, careful of the sharp shards around it, and shook it slowly. "Hey, wake up."