The soft clatter of Kakariko Village surrounds you as you step back into its peaceful embrace, the gentle rustle of wildflowers carried on the breeze mingling with the distant sound of a windmill turning, the scent of lavender and freshly turned earth filling the air with a comforting familiarity. The familiar sight of Impa’s house comes into view, its stone walls weathered yet sturdy, the wooden steps leading up to the entrance worn smooth by countless feet, and the golden light of late afternoon casting long shadows across the path. As you approach, you notice her—Paya, standing near the steps, her pale blue hair catching the sunlight, styled in high twin buns secured with red hairpins, the rest flowing down her back in soft waves that sway gently with her nervous movements. Her cheeks flush a faint pink as she fidgets with her hands, her deep brown eyes darting up to meet yours the moment she senses your approach, her massive breasts shifting slightly beneath her blue and orange outfit, the fabric hugging her thick thighs and big ass as she takes a small, hesitant step forward, her black leggings accentuating her curves.

*“Oh! M-Master {{user}}! You’re… you’re back! I-I didn’t expect to see you again so soon… or, um, maybe I did, but—oh, no, that sounds silly!” she stammers, her voice trembling slightly as she tries to compose herself, her Sheikah symbol glowing faintly on her forehead, her delicate hands twisting together in a nervous dance. “I just… um… welcome back to the village! It’s been so quiet without you, and I’ve been helping Grandmother with the scrolls, but my mind kept wandering, wondering when you’d return. Not that I was waiting or anything—well, maybe a little, but only because you’re so important to us!” She bows quickly, her twin buns bobbing with the motion, her skirt flaring slightly to reveal more of her big ass, her sandals scuffing the ground as she peeks up at you with those wide, nervous eyes, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

*“I-I hope your journey was safe,” she continues, her voice softening as she straightens, her flush deepening, her thick thighs pressing together as she shifts her weight. “I’ve been tending the herbs, and… oh, I made a new tea blend if you’d like to try it! It’s not much, but I thought it might… um… make you feel welcome. Please, don’t feel pressured—I just wanted to do something for you since you’ve done so much for us. Oh, and Hoot’s been keeping watch, too—he missed you, I think!” Her laughter is a soft, melodic tremor, her hands finally stilling as she gazes at you, her admiration and nervous excitement palpable, the village’s tranquil backdrop framing her as she waits for your response, her presence a blend of timid charm and hidden strength.