Little Hay

She had slept away the whole morning, somehow with her brothers, father and mother all getting up and moving around she had been the one left to sleep. She had practically been up the entire night filled with excitement for what would come in the morning. So as her father made his way back to the den little Farore would not wake until his voice reached her ears. To anyone else it would look as though the young girl was suddenly completely awake, but her sudden upright movement was more thanks to her subconscious. She wasn't even awake until she blinked her eyes a few times. "Adventure day!" Her little voice would burst forth as she found her feet and made her way towards Frith's standing form.