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Frequently did younger hero choose to take naps whilst the sun was still high; it was quite the relaxing practice, both physically and spiritually healing wounds he scarcely knew he had. This time was like every other, a simple snooze beneath golden daylight rays, the image of comfort amid Faron Woods’ forested embrace. He remained pleasantly unaware that he was not alone; he was far too lost to the rapturous bliss of the emptiness found only in dreams.
Ah, but even in so soft a sleep his instincts remained ready for battle; movement registered in the vibrations of the earth, and then he was aware that he was not alone. But he gave no indication of this knowledge — he who approached was friend, ally, a twin to his own soul. He waited to see what the elder would do, motionless but for his even breathing.
He truly was not surprised when he felt the plop! of a flower crown about his head. Single lazy eye cracked open, soft mutter of idiot mumbled 'neath his breath, but the gesture was appreciated. Back to sleep he returned, this time with the corners of his lips tilting ever so softly upward.