Yet feet that wandering have gone turn at last to home afar.
[It had been cold in World's End before he left, but not quite so cold as to warrant the frost that crunched under his boots. The graveyard he had been walking to had been the graveyard of that lost little city - a place haunted by refugee ghosts dragged from their home haunts and forced to languish in the wake of the Dark Tower. This graveyard had that old feeling of waiting - a feeling Link always attributed to the ossuary under his feet.
It did not entirely surprise the hero that one moment the surroundings were one thing, and the next they were the still, calm quiet of Kakariko Village. But, then again, they had just visited Clocktown not long before, and what a World Hop that had been.
It wasn't until he couldn't find his communicator that it began to sink in that this was not World's End under whatever enchantment that the gods wove to initiate the World Hops. This was Hyrule.
... Or, at least, it smelled of Hyrule - a crisp winter scent of home and hearth - in a way that Clock Town had not smelled of Termina (a sharp bitter pang that vanished in a flash, but that an undertone of stretched and lingered on the edge of the senses).
Was he home? Or was he in another place?
Either way, he was not going to learn standing in one place. He stamped his feet once, for heat, before turning his back on the graveyard. There was no point in visiting the Shadow Temple now; is head was clear like it had not been for a very long time.
Under cloud and under star, he took the path back down into the village, the frost crunching under his boots.]
[Have Link, who is coming from the game a_trialbyfire. I dropped a while back, but the game I'm hoping to play at with this journal isn't opening for a while, so I thought it would be fun to try him out here ♥]
It did not entirely surprise the hero that one moment the surroundings were one thing, and the next they were the still, calm quiet of Kakariko Village. But, then again, they had just visited Clocktown not long before, and what a World Hop that had been.
It wasn't until he couldn't find his communicator that it began to sink in that this was not World's End under whatever enchantment that the gods wove to initiate the World Hops. This was Hyrule.
... Or, at least, it smelled of Hyrule - a crisp winter scent of home and hearth - in a way that Clock Town had not smelled of Termina (a sharp bitter pang that vanished in a flash, but that an undertone of stretched and lingered on the edge of the senses).
Was he home? Or was he in another place?
Either way, he was not going to learn standing in one place. He stamped his feet once, for heat, before turning his back on the graveyard. There was no point in visiting the Shadow Temple now; is head was clear like it had not been for a very long time.
Under cloud and under star, he took the path back down into the village, the frost crunching under his boots.]
[Have Link, who is coming from the game a_trialbyfire. I dropped a while back, but the game I'm hoping to play at with this journal isn't opening for a while, so I thought it would be fun to try him out here ♥]