At the moment, Ladon could have cared less about his snow globe, and despite its awkward shape, he made it into a substitute ball. Lying on his bed, he'd toss it in the air, and grab the heavy globe in his hands. The tiny woman inside wouldn't move or budge, but stay stationary in her encased world. He did this several times before he noticed some of the marker he used to put graffiti the globe with was smearing on his hands, and groaning, he got up to wash it.

Wetting a hand cloth, he wiped at his hands, before looking at the globe he set aside on the sink. It seemed playing catch wasn't going to work with all the marker on it, and the missiles and devil horns he made were all but messy smudges now. He'd have to do it over again – if he felt like it. The novelty of destroying the princess' image had started to fade, and he pretty much saw it as just a boring item now. He didn't love it, but he liked keeping it to remember that he had been in a wrestling match and possibly to keep it as a motivational tool. As of yet, he had not bothered to take it to a 10 story building and watch the thing shatter below.

If only killing real princesses was that easy.

After cleaning his hands, he took the cloth and started to wipe the blossoming globe, riding it of the dark smudges that had looked like ominous clouds around its glass. It was in wiping it that he heard a faint noise. A half note and then a whole.

He stopped and looked around, before opening the cloth and looking at the globe. A little tune started, and then quickly stopped.

Setting the cloth aside, Ladon moved across the hallway and into his bedroom, shutting the door before plopping down at his project's table and turning on his lamp. He hadn’t seen it before, but there was a small, tiny handle sticking out of the side of the globe. With how awkward a shape it was, what with its blossom on the bottom, he had missed it between its crystal petals. Reaching down, he started to wind it up and then set it down.

The plucking, chiming tune danced about, and the falling snow in the globe seemed to sparkle with its sad, melodious little song. The woman inside started to turn, and the snowflakes fell into her hands and brushed her sweeping gown. Their colors were similar – powder white – and the music notes made him feel both a little swelling of familiarity in watching snow fall and yet a little cold inside. The warmth of the season, yet despite the little figures discovery, the tone was nothing but merry.

Before he knew it, the song was slowing down and then stopped. The last flakes fell, and the girl inside returned to being stationary.

Frowning, he thought about picking up a marker and giving her a little tear drop near her eye, as a joke, but he just couldn't bring himself to deface her again. Since she was his enemy, he knew he shouldn't feel sympathy for her. If anything, he should laugh at her misery, but in the privacy of his room, he just couldn't muster up a chuckle. Not even for show.

Slowly, he took the globe and set it back on the window sill. He felt that if she was a alien moon princess, she would at least want sight of her home. He doubted it would perk up the song any.