"Hmmmmm." Jiahto narrowed his eyes a moment, inspecting the boy curiously, making a thoughtful sound deep in his throat. "There is an old, old saying. The dragon ascends to the heaves as the sun begins to set, but no one has witness these dragons in the current age. They are said to embody the spirits of the three goddess, to serve them and represent their powers. Mmm, between here and the desert? The Spring of Courage lies in Faron to the southwest, mmm, that would mean Farosh, the spirit of lightning."

The elder Zora's gaze became a little more scrupulous. "Legends, really. No one has seen the dragons of the goddesses since well before the Calamity, except for the Hylian princess, of course, one would assume."