Such a sad smile...<br/><br/>Maybe it was the thought of traveling the world without her. Maybe it was that "if", but something made Milo shiver. All the trembling and shakiness was gone, replaced with a feeling of hollowness. Milo took a few steps back as the man went to stand, cautiously gazing at his own feet as he stepped in order to make sure he didn't smash or trip over any saplings.<br/><br/>"Thank you," the boy quietly uttered.<br/><br/>As the man gave his speech, words about sages jumped out at him. He had heard of the legends of the hero and the seven sages, but he'd never heard about them being dead. What did he mean their souls were trapped? A fate worse than death? The uneasy feeling that had begun to settle on him only burrowed deeper into the pit of his stomach and he staggered even further away. He felt.... he didn't know anymore. He was excited? Terrified? Sad. His legs carried him a few more steps back until he knocked into a large solid mass of rock.<br/><br/>Or what felt like a rock.<br/><br/>He immediately sucked in a breath and his body went stiff as he realized what he'd done, his body instinctively curling up in response. As soon as he did so, the man had begun concluding his speech.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> I have food if you've the need of it,</span>he started before addressing Milo directly<span style="font-weight: bold"> and my Goron friends, there should be fine rocks near the cliffs edge that you entered from. Rest and if you wish to get to know one another. If all goes well we will be relying on each other."</span>the man added before making his way towards the edge of the light with a relaxed pace.<br/><br/>There was a time in Milo's life when he thought he was a Zora. When he finally became curious enough to ask why he wasn't blue and couldn't swim anything like Vota, she told him that it was because he wasn't a Zora.  She'd said that when someone really needed it, little pebbles would wash up onto the shore and if you took care of them , those pebbles would grow into big Goron,  strong enough to help those around them. It had made Milo feel special. But the man, Daphnes, he'd clearly said 'Goron friends'. He slowly uncurled and sat up to examine the large shadow being cast by the giant behind him. His eyes widened and his hand clung at the cloth over his chest. A strong jolt of energy ran through his body as a realization struck him. He leaned back and looked up at the 'Goron' towering over him. Was it his? It was enormous! He pushed himself up to his feet and took a few steps forward before turning to look up at it. Definitely not a pebble. He guessed searching the whole world and bringing the light back required a pretty big Goron. Still, now that the giant was sitting, almost statuesque in the grass and sunlight, expression plain and nearly blank, it didn't seem so scary anymore. Despite that, Milo still had a hard time addressing it, knowing what it was capable of.<br/><br/>"Hello," the boy leaned forward and waved as he squeaked out his greeting. He visibly winced as if he regretted his choice of words as he made them "Are you a Goron too?"