One morning as he left his house, Mido had a completely new thought, and had to stand still and weigh it. He asked his fairy, "How long have you and I been together?"
It was your fairy's job to know things about you and the other Kokiri. She answered right away. "Three hundred and forty-two years, Mido."
He took a deep breath and held it. He blew out his cheeks. "Remind me how many days a year is."
She told him. He sat down in the green in front of his house.
After a while he said, "Do things change in the world in three hundred and some years?"
She sparkled with laughter. "In the world, yes. But fairies don't change, and Kokiri don't. We're not made to. We don't have to. Isn't it wonderful?"
Mido pulled up grass and let the blades fall through his fingers. "Saria is about as old as me?"
"Yes."
"How old is Link?"
"No one knows how old he was before his fairy went to him. Probably about ten."
Mido frowned. "Ten days? Ten moons?"
"No one knows."
"Well, no wonder he had to leave. He was growing so fast. Soon he'd be too big for a house. We wouldn't have enough for him to eat. What if he got too big for us to chase him out?"
"I'm sure you're right, Mido."
"Of course I am." He thought some more. Slowly he said, "We didn't have him very long, did we?"
"No, Mido, we didn't."