[ She takes the lead, then, arm lacing itself with her descendant's as naturally as a cloud cries swallowed up lake water. Perhaps some day Purah and she will be in the same room, and Zelda will have nothing more to do but simmer under their obnoxious joint gazes, red to go with blue as it always seems to. ]
Oh, come on. Focus, Zelda! What is it like being Zelda! [ Her tone is simple, flippant, and a giggle leave her mouth as she tilts her head back and then to the side, giggling with unbridled mirth. ]
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Oh, come on. Focus, Zelda! What is it like being Zelda! [ Her tone is simple, flippant, and a giggle leave her mouth as she tilts her head back and then to the side, giggling with unbridled mirth. ]