Yet feet that wandering have gone turn at last to home afar.

[greenhatman]

[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

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[greenhatman]

[He knew that voice - he'd have to, after all - and inwardly he sighed. While Sheik had opened up a little, he was still keeping his distance and, possibly inadvertently, making Link feel ridiculously guilty for no good reason.

Still, it wouldn't be right to say no if he wanted to talk to him, so he raised his eyes and gave him a smile, not noticing the different clothes very much.]

Sheik. Nice hop?

[greenhatman]

[Was he being deliberately vague again? Link didn't know. He didn't know how to take Sheik, to be honest. Before, back... home... he had felt very close to him indeed. He was his best friend - or one of his dearest at any rate - and now he was... Well, that was the rub, wasn't it? He didn't know.

He gestured around vaguely.]

The world hop?

[greenhatman]

[And at the same time, Link came to the same conclusion. This Sheik wasn't his Sheik, and, for a moment, he wasn't sure how to take that.]

... I guess not.

[He sighed, not sure if it was a relief or not. On one hand, this wasn't the Sheik he knew. On the other hand, the Sheik he knew filled him with so much anxiety that he didn't know if he wanted to be around him.

He shifted his feet to stamp out the cold, and then stuck his hand out.]

Well, guess we should make formalities.

[greenhatman]

Me too.

[The rejoiner wasn't something Link expected either, but he felt like it should be said. He took Sheik's hand and gripped it, offering him another smile.]

Link. It's nice to meet you, Sheik.

[greenhatman]

[He gave Sheik's hand a small squeeze before letting go, not thinking that that might be slightly too familiar when he did so. The frost was tightening its grip on the cobbles of the path, and he looked around, not surprised to see his breath misting in the air.]

I was on my way to the Temple. [Realizing that that might be rather strange, he gave a little half shrug as he explained.] The place I was at... it had a copy of the Shadow Temple in its graveyard. I tended to sit in the alcove to... to clear my head, sometimes.

[And he hadn't noticed since coming here that his head had felt clearer already, with those four much more quiet than they had been in World's End.]

Hospitality though? Wouldn't turn that down...

[greenhatman]

[That sounded different than he remembered; Ganondorf had not put Bongo Bongo in the Shadow Temple so much as he helped batter down the seal on the well, and then the creature squatted in an already festering pit. But, as he knew, things were not always the same in every world. It was strange that he knew it, but still.

And anyway, he thought with a shrug, it wasn't like he knew everything about the Temple... but maybe it would be something to ask, if the time came up again?]

An inn here? I remember that place.

[The offer sounded good. It was too cold out here.]

I'd like to take you up on that. It's been a while... I was missing... you.

[It was a lame end, but a true one in a way.]