Fairspell Meadow crowns sit heavy on the hearts of heroes

Looking around at his surroundings, he couldn't help but to laugh at his own obliviousness. How did he walk into this guy? He really should have seen him from leagues away. It was amazing that although he was awake, he was so thoroughly locked within his own head that he saw nothing, sensed nothing. It was amazing how the mind worked.

Ganon smirked back, watching as the snow flew from the boy's dark pelt, raining down gracefully though expelled so forcefully. He was amazed with the substance. It was cold, but soft, and when he caught it in his mouth it tasted like cold water. He knew the word for it, but not what it was. The Gods that his family worshipped could not explain them, too locked up with betrayal and insanity and being ostracized to really care for creating anything. There had to be a source of it. He looked briefly upwards and away from the boy, noting the soft gray of the clouds, lighter than the gray of rainclouds, and still weighed with potential. 

His gaze only returned to the boy when he was questioned. Had the coywolf been content to merely shrug and leave, he might have left a cloud-gazing teen behind, wondering what the hell just walked into him. But Ganon had been snapped back. His mind was truly in the clouds at the moment. He shook himself, not to clear his pelt of snow, but to briefly clear his thoughts from the fog and clouds that were occupying his mind. 

No, He responded simply. Just needed a few moments away from home, yeah?