Blankets of snow, cover the ground in Ordon Village, a rare sight to behold. Snowflakes attach themselves to window panes, their intricate designs easy to spot. Boisterous voices can be heard, admiring the snow as a mere blessing. The chill, crisp air brings forth a smell of pine and a somewhat damp scent. Several sets of footsteps can be heard though one partly heavier than most. Dark Link treads behind a group of people in his brief desire to go home. His tunic layered with a bit of snow and his boots crunching the snow beneath his feet. Despite there being no prominent threat to this village, he still makes his rounds. Red eyes take in every little sight and he sighs softly, causing a misty white cloud appearing in front of his parted lips. Christmas is near which makes him dread yet look forward to this day. It’s hard for him to get accustomed to holidays that are dedicated to kindness and love. Link tries to help him yet he’s still not sure on how to go about it. Dark just shrugs those thoughts aside only to head towards his home. Maybe it will be better to stay there, no one shall expect gifts if he hides away for the next few days.