"Oh, lovely," she says, clapping her hands. "I never have anyone to discuss magic with, not really - anyway you need a song, which it sounds like you have, and an instrument ditto."

"What you need to do is stop trying so hard. The song's already there! You don't need to pull on it! Just play, and let it flow like it wants to, and if you start feeling tired for goodness' sake stop until it passes."

"I have no idea what that means. And I didn't notice I was getting tired I got distracted."

Saria goes to say something, then stops, then tries to say something else, then makes an annoyed sound.

"Talking is hard," she complains. "Play this."

She pulls out her own ocarina and demonstrates a simple, jaunty, dance-y tune - da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da - then motions for Farro to play along.

O...kay? He can do that. Trying new things is good. What happens?

He's falling sideways for a moment - it's a sharp, disorienting lurch, not the gentle pull of the song from earlier - and then he feels Saria holding his... something? He feels Saria, anyway, close and looking at him with the same vague, happy smile she so often has.

Oh, good. (Her voice sounds strange, sort of like when she wanted to try talking with both of them underwater.) Now we can communicate properly. Also, yay, that song worked. It wasn't going to melt your brain or anything but let me know if you start hearing colors.

"...what? Hearing colours?"

What's, uh, happening.

It probably won't happen!

He's hearing Saria talking, but at the same time, he isn't. Words in the Hylian language don't have half a dozen layers of meaning, don't convey exactly what the other person means. When she says "probably", he knows exactly how likely it is that he'll have synesthetic side effects - not in numbers, not a percentage chance, because Saria doesn't have a percentage chance, but he knows what she means. It probably won't happen! There's only a small chance! It's maybe larger than the chance he would call "small", but it's exactly what Saria would call "small", and that's why she said it, and he knows that.

Also, he's floating in a void where the only thing that exists is Saria and the conversation between them.

Should I explain what I was going to explain, or do you have questions about this song first?

(She's not impatient to get to the magic training. She'd love to hear if he has questions about this song. But she's also happy to just teach him, which was the whole point of all this.)

"I don't know what to ask. Just explain?"

Right!

She guides him through the mental motions of performing magic music sustainably. In a lot of ways it's easier than doing it the way he was; the trick, as it turns out, is to maintain an even, steady trickle of magic through the song, rather than letting it surge and ebb with the music itself.

None of this really applies to the song that put you in mental contact with me, Saria mentions idly. You're not still playing it, you're just lying on the ground unconscious. I designed it to take its operational magic from me no matter who plays it. So don't teach it to just anyone!

"You designed it." Undertones: that's impressive and he wants to learn how to design magic songs that let people communicate telepathically-or-something! ...and maybe some other kinds.

Songs are hard to invent! It takes decades. I'd love to teach you! ...becoming a proper sorcerer is beyond either of us, though. Kokiri don't have a lot of weight to throw around. Hylians, yes. Gerudo, yes. Even humans. But we wanted forever, and so we sacrificed tomorrow.

(Context fairy says: Puberty. She's talking about how Kokiri, the immortal children of the forest, don't go through puberty, which increases one's magic reserves to the point of usefulness instead of just letting you fuel a tiny little song-spell. And she's being very dramatic about it, as is her wont.)

"...oh."

(That sucks. He wants to do more magic!!! Like this is cool don't get him wrong but proper sorcerer, that sounds so cool.)

Anyway, even if we can't have you tossing lightning and fire around, I'll be happy to teach you more... probably we should wake up, though. I think Mido's coming.

"What do I care, if he sees us passed out in front of the tree what's he gonna do, kick us?"

(He means literally exactly those words.)

Yeah, no, he is in fact being kicked. Lightly, as yet.

Sure he can take a beating that's fine.

"Was there anything else you meant to teach me 'cause if not I think I might have thought of questions."

Farro, you are a beautiful soul unlike any other in this world, and it would pain me to see you beaten to death by my dear friend Mido just because you could not wait an hour for your next magic lesson. Remember, we have forever.

It's not an uncommon refrain among the Kokiri.

"If I get up and kick his ass will you teach me more stuff?"

...yes, probably. It would be funny.

"Great cool."

Is it obvious how he wakes up, he needs to kick a child's ass.

It's quite straightforward!

Mido's in the middle of winding up for a harder kick when Farro's eyes open. "Oh, good. The Great Deku Tree said you were okay, but it's my job to keep us safe and that means checking."

"...I would have stopped him before he broke any bones," the Deku Tree mentions.

"Hey Mido, Saria told me she'd teach me magic if I kicked your ass."

"What?! No she didn't!"

"No, I did," she says, sitting up against the trunk of the Deku Tree. "To be clear, I'll teach him magic anyway, but this way is funnier."