“So there’s a castle in the middle of the kingdom… and there are monsters… and you’re the princess?” You say in wonder, flitting around Zelda’s head. “Strange.”

She laughs. “Strange to you. It’s quite nice, actually. You’re also quite strange to me.” Her hand reaches up to brush your tiny body, and your wings flutter against her finger.

“You’re not a normal fairy.” “I’m normal here.” Zelda picks a flower from the ground near her knees and holds it up to you. “Why, you’re so small, I bet this flower would be a perfect skirt for you.”

She picks the stem off and holds the flower up to your waist like a fashion designer. “Hm, hm…”