Even so, Zelda cannot place her finger upon it. What she does pick up on is the gentle slope in his voice, all the little implications of what he says, the gentle sway of it. It almost pins her into a corner, because a string of words almost graces her lips with a smile. Instead, she meets the lightness of his voice with her own carefully measured assertion. ]
Does that mean I'm part of the Royal Family?
[ After all, he knows Impa.
The portal sits before them, waiting, just as Zelda waits for him, turning her head and smiling blithely. It's not a particularly nice tease on her part, in truth, but whether she realizes it or not is up to his interpretation. She doesn't show it in her expression— this tangled dance they've woven isn't quite fun, so much as necessary, now. ]
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Even so, Zelda cannot place her finger upon it. What she does pick up on is the gentle slope in his voice, all the little implications of what he says, the gentle sway of it. It almost pins her into a corner, because a string of words almost graces her lips with a smile. Instead, she meets the lightness of his voice with her own carefully measured assertion. ]
Does that mean I'm part of the Royal Family?
[ After all, he knows Impa.
The portal sits before them, waiting, just as Zelda waits for him, turning her head and smiling blithely. It's not a particularly nice tease on her part, in truth, but whether she realizes it or not is up to his interpretation. She doesn't show it in her expression— this tangled dance they've woven isn't quite fun, so much as necessary, now. ]