[ a smile immediately blooms across zelda's face, wide and amused. she shouldn't take such joy in a child's reaction, she thinks, but it's hard not to feel a little accomplished for actually getting her to taste it. with a grin, she speaks easily and airily, like her words are the breeze itself. ]
I think it's green apple. [ she thinks, so don't actually ask.
now, she leans forward, lyre tucked beneath her arm, and palms to her knees. the cheap fabric of her costume is cool under her hands. ]
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I think it's green apple. [ she thinks, so don't actually ask.
now, she leans forward, lyre tucked beneath her arm, and palms to her knees. the cheap fabric of her costume is cool under her hands. ]
My name's Zelda. What's your's?