[As much as he wanted to meet up with Tifa, he ends up going through the board on his own while meeting a few people he recognized along the way and picking up a few things. He at least managed to calm somewhat, but now that he was at the mountain with Tifa still not in his sight, his worries return and he hastens his ascent.
It was...troublesome to say the least with that stupid goat, but he finally manages to get through to the where the mirrors are. Cautiously he steps through at first, eying the mirrors warily before he picks up the pace. If Tifa wasn't down in the lower floors, then perhaps she's near where the Snow Queen remained... Or could she have already waken up? She hadn't been hurt had she?
These worries ironically help distract him as he remains focused in trying to move forward, now no longer seeing the mirrors at all. He does encounter a few along the way, and in that time realizes the true dangers of them—and in some ways, reminded of one of the first few times he met Tifa back in Camelot. When she was standing in front of a mirror, lost in whatever reflection was on it.
...Just like—]
Tifa!
[His voice echoes through the empty stretch he's managed to wander through, seeing her form standing in front of that mirror and pressing her hand against it. His heart races faster than his hooves as he gallops over the icy ground, hoping she'll hear him.]
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It was...troublesome to say the least with that stupid goat, but he finally manages to get through to the where the mirrors are. Cautiously he steps through at first, eying the mirrors warily before he picks up the pace. If Tifa wasn't down in the lower floors, then perhaps she's near where the Snow Queen remained... Or could she have already waken up? She hadn't been hurt had she?
These worries ironically help distract him as he remains focused in trying to move forward, now no longer seeing the mirrors at all. He does encounter a few along the way, and in that time realizes the true dangers of them—and in some ways, reminded of one of the first few times he met Tifa back in Camelot. When she was standing in front of a mirror, lost in whatever reflection was on it.
...Just like—]
Tifa!
[His voice echoes through the empty stretch he's managed to wander through, seeing her form standing in front of that mirror and pressing her hand against it. His heart races faster than his hooves as he gallops over the icy ground, hoping she'll hear him.]
Get away from the mirror!