In the throng of people, flitting unseen from shadow to shadow was child's play. Cain moved between hosts quickly, stopping only to listen a moment to see if they had anything interesting to say. So far, it was nothing but the ordinary drivel: food, family, activities, how lovely the morning was, and so forth. This tirade of boredom persisted until Cain, not really paying attention at this point, happened to leap into the shadow of a slender figure totally shrouded in a hooded cloak. Instantly he became aware of something new and interesting; having spent practically all of his time in the World of Light in one shadow or another, he had grown accustomed to the feeling of different races, like putting on different sorts of shoes. This one, however, was unknown. From the Garo's shadow he quickly surveyed him, and quickly discovered that this being was, indeed, a novelty. With the emaciated pallid skin of the dead, blank blue eyes hidden beneath the hood from all but those who could see through the dark, and no flesh to spare, this individual seemed more like an animated carcass than a living being. 

Though neither knew the other's name, the Garo puzzled the Twili. Was he a ReDead, maybe? On one occasion he and Frore had fought ReDead, but they were blindly aggressive, seldom clothed, and confined to dark places far beneath the surface of the earth. After a few, distracted moments, Cain decided to let it go. He couldn't risk making contact when there were so many others nearby; a strange, disembodied voice from the shadows would probably draw attention and certainly sour the festive mood. Sighing quietly, he resumed his trek.

It didn't take long before he found the mercantile section of the town. Here, a variety of vendors hawked their wares, from family-run food stands to more elaborate stalls manned by a representative of some chain. As he watched from the shadow of a portly greengrocer, he noticed a shock of red hair among the crowd. Instantly, his attention fixated on the orange braid. Though his knowledge of such matters was incomplete and unsubstantiated, only two races had dominantly red hair: Gerudo and Twili. In the back of his mind he knew he shouldn't get his hopes up, he raced toward the red hair, diving through a dozen shadows in only a few seconds, only to find that the braid belonged to a Hylian woman. Still, he had to be sure. Cain discretely moved into her own shadow, waiting a few moments for a potential customer to grow disgusted with her high fish prices and leave. When the other woman was gone, and her dark-haired assistant's attention elsewhere, Cain cast himself onto her fish stand in front of Felicia and quickly leaned in front of her to check her face. It was unlikely that she would notice him unless she looked directly at the shadow, and even then she would likely assume that what she was looking at was the shadow of someone standing directly behind her. This world had never seen a Twili before; she had no reason to assume otherwise. Only his eyes, yellow with red pupils, might betray him.

Concluding that this girl was, sadly, nothing more than a Hylian, Cain mumbled to himself, "Another disappointment." Only after he said it did he realize that he had spoken out loud, and Felicia would almost certainly hear it, even above the general drone of the village crowd. Quickly he vanished, hiding once more in her shadow, desperately hoping he hadn't compromised himself.

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Meanwhile, Frore was beginning to grow bored as well. Watching the villagers drew less and less interest from him. He wanted to join them, to walk among them, and perhaps better understand why they were so...joyful. Cain had asked that he stay here, though, so here he would stay. Frore exhaled softly, expelling a cloud of frosty breath into the warm air.