[ The Golden Goddess must be laughing at her, dancing in their godliness and laughing as they toss more misery at Their daughter, in her chosen mortal form. That's the only explanation for the tragic series of missteps that befall them all, and it's all she can think about when the deer lands, hard, onto the ground. It bucks ferociously, kicking her off it's back and sending her flying into the ground, right near the corgis and Tifa.

Through out it all, the harp flies out of her grip, lands in the snow, and settles down in the cold, forgotten for the moment.

Rolling to a stop, she doesn't wait long to get back into action, and sits up immediately— but her line of vision is cut when Tifa gets between her and the angry deer, who responds in kind by bounding away with a terrible kick of the snow. Even so, it stays— perhaps for it's friends, on the outset of the group to stare at them all curiously. The rest of the reindeer stomp nervously on the roof still, shuffling to and fro in short, desperate steps as they try to figure out what's going to happen next.

And then, Tifa asks a remarkably reason question. ]

I— I... saw them... And the reindeer gave chase... They can fly!

[ Teeth chattering, she gives up the information quickly, stuttering only once despite the chill suddenly hitting her. Surely, it paints the picture well, right? She puts her hands down, onto the group, tries to raise herself up, and in the process, says: ]

M...My harp... Wait—

[ Searchingly, she pats the ground around her, swiveling back and forth in a panic; there's a copy of it here, sure, but it's The Goddess Harp. She can't just... just... lose it! Besides, perhaps... just maybe... ]

You and your pets, I'm so sorry for the trouble, but please... In this mood, they'll be too destructive in town. Someone will get hurt. [ Nothing moves. Not the deer, not Zelda. ]