Midna wonders if she'd ever really thought about that before her journey with Link. In her childhood, though she'd taken her studies seriously enough, she has to admit that maybe she wasn't the most responsible. Loving her people, loving being a ruler, those are two very different things. Maybe it's possible she didn't understand the depth of the former until all that had befallen them. What do they think of her now? Well—
Shifting so she might cradle her chin in the palm of a hand, she watches him, pleasantly surprised that he's seen fit to simply do as she says. Her favourite kind of person, really. Someone who simply follows orders without asking her the 'why' and other lines of inquiry that one might be spurred toward.
He returns soon enough and the same smile is plastered on her features, though a touch more relaxed. Maybe because it's the first time since arrival that she's really felt like a princess. She can't say she can readily identify most of the food he's brought, but if he's not going to keel over from it, then it means it's safe for her to pick up with her very particular tongue.
Looking between the glasses he's brought for her, Midna's smile grows and she leans forward just a touch.]
I expected to have them both.
[With her other hand, she gestures to the plate he's come back with.]
Now, then. I'd like to hear your recommendations. What do you think I would find favourable?
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Midna wonders if she'd ever really thought about that before her journey with Link. In her childhood, though she'd taken her studies seriously enough, she has to admit that maybe she wasn't the most responsible. Loving her people, loving being a ruler, those are two very different things. Maybe it's possible she didn't understand the depth of the former until all that had befallen them. What do they think of her now? Well—
Shifting so she might cradle her chin in the palm of a hand, she watches him, pleasantly surprised that he's seen fit to simply do as she says. Her favourite kind of person, really. Someone who simply follows orders without asking her the 'why' and other lines of inquiry that one might be spurred toward.
He returns soon enough and the same smile is plastered on her features, though a touch more relaxed. Maybe because it's the first time since arrival that she's really felt like a princess. She can't say she can readily identify most of the food he's brought, but if he's not going to keel over from it, then it means it's safe for her to pick up with her very particular tongue.
Looking between the glasses he's brought for her, Midna's smile grows and she leans forward just a touch.]
I expected to have them both.
[With her other hand, she gestures to the plate he's come back with.]
Now, then. I'd like to hear your recommendations. What do you think I would find favourable?