|"Aren't you just an adorable princess Zelda? Ehee!"|
The young blonde, while clearly surprised the other knew of her, giggled. “Hee hee.~ Thank you, Miss..?”
“YOU? A PRINCESS? FEH!” he roared, bursting into loud laughter as he held his sides. He had seen and heard some absurd things, but this was close to being in first place! “First of all, you’re too short! Second of all, what’re you, like, five years old or somethin’? Even if you were a princess, you’re a little too young’ta be steppin’ up’ta grown men such as myself.” he boasted, leaning down to peer over her.
Zelda stamped her foot on the ground in anger, crossing gloved arms across her chest. This is getting ridiculous! ”Did you ever think that, maybe, the shortness runs in the family? And I’m not five! I’m twelve!” Corrections, corrections… They’re everywhere. With the lean down, equally came a young girl leaning away, a sigh of defeat escaping passed glossed lips. “Okay, fine. You win. I’m not a princess. But, if I was, what would make you believe me?”
Chancellor Coles’s theme from Legend of Zelda Spirit Tracks, (Copyright by Nintendo)
I DO NOT OWN RIGHTS TO THIS SONG!!!! THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY, DO NOT SUE ME!!!!
“F-Funny!? I’ll have you know I’ve got the best hair around.” he boasted, pointing to his pomp for emphasis. He continued to move out of her reach, chuckling happily once she finally gave up. “Fine! I WILL be that way! And ya look like a kid, so I’ma call you one. What, you’re playin’ dress up or somethin’? What’re you supposed to be, some type’a princess?” he teased, laughing soon after. MAN, he was hilarious!
“Yeah, well, we’ve all got our opinions on the way we do our hair.” She muttered under her breath. And, clearly, yours is an odd one. But the next couple of comments that fell from the older’s mouth resulted in scrunched-together blonde eyebrows and crossed arms, a slight ajar mouth to add. To think that the Royal Family was a simple game to him! “And I’ll have you know that I am a princess! No, I’m not playing dress up!”
Fireflies | Owl City
“Whoa, whoa! Hey, kid. Watch the pomp! You’ll mess it up!” he said, flailing back a little to keep her from touching it.
“But it looks funny! I wanna touch it!” Again, she jumped, but she was more trying to grab it rather than a mere poke. Zelda’s attempts were futile, so she stopped, a pout on her face. “Fine, be that way. And I’m not a kid, either!”