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   To say he saw it, or to let it go? He wasn't entirely sure    which would be the best course of action. Granted, he    wanted to laugh-- goddesses knew he wanted to chuckle    at least-- but stuck on his face was the seemingly permanent    look of disbelief.

          He bent down after a moment, hands on his knees.

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      ❝ Sorry, but not when you only have three.            That's not enough time to think, or enjoy,             or have fun or play at all. ❞ 

         Link's words ended with a harsh            nod toward reality around them,            his hands gesturing out toward          the sky where a large, bright-eyed         moon hovered ominously over all                             creation.

"Well, I guess that depends on what you mean by 'okay'." Goddesses certainly knew he wasn't okay, weighing down on his shoulders like that with an unbelievable lie. Still, he turned to face the girl, certain he'd never seen her in town before. Strange. "What do you care anyway, though? Are you a girl Bomber?" 

Luckily, Cadmus was not a living being, at least not in the typical sense. He was a Poe ghost. His body felt the cold, but was not hurt by it. He felt the wind, but he produced no heat for it to steal. For him, this place was just as harsh as any other place, which is to say, not at all. 

But the same could not be said for the boy huddled against the mountain.

Cadmus hovered silently in the shadows, almost invisible to anyone who was not looking for a monster. He stared intently at the boy. The massive Poe liked humans, at least compared to other beings, but he felt like he should eat this one. The boy was obviously hurt. Who knew, maybe he would be dying any minute, and it would simply be a waste of a good soul if Cadmus did not eat the child.

Then again, it couldn’t hurt to try talking to the boy. If Cadmus later decided to eat him, how could the boy defend himself? He only had a sword, which looked more like a fire poker to Cadmus.

"I'm not here to s-s-sleep," Link chattered out, nose dripping and cold. He was here to find the soul of that poor giant that had probably, like Oldawa, been encased inside of an awful monster. The small sword lay at his side, shield cast over it to avoid the agony of freezing metal on his back. One arm drug itself roughly under his nose, a sniffle following suit. "Why i-is there a poe at sn-snowhead?"