[He stepped onto the grass, real grass, and sunshine beat down on him. He could smell the lake, different from the river he had grown up beside or the scent of rain falling from the skies. The sight nearly drove him to tears, so beautiful after the indifference of Marina for so long - metal and cold and artificial. He turned his head and spotted Link, and though he did not know the boy, the sight of ears like his own was enough to insight curiosity even if this place itself did not.]