Stepping on the fields of Lon Lon Ranch. You were here before, but it was a long time ago. It was a long day, and some milk from the farm couldn’t be bad. So you stepped more forward, your face scanning for any faces. There was a girl - about 17 - who took care of a specific horse, humming a tune.

She would notice you after glancing to the side.

“Oh! Hi! Welcome to the ranch!”