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?