[Zelda goes very still, ostensibly to allow Marie room to assist, but beneath the frills and glimmering of the masquerade outfit, her blood runs cold.
Marie is kind. Marie probably wouldn't judge her if she told her the truth of her adolescence. But that level of trust isn't quite there yet, and so she finds half-truths spilling from her lips instead.]
Well, Hyrulean fashions lean slightly more towards the simpler side, compared to much of what I have seen here. Less, ah... cinching and tying, and so on.
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[Zelda goes very still, ostensibly to allow Marie room to assist, but beneath the frills and glimmering of the masquerade outfit, her blood runs cold.
Marie is kind. Marie probably wouldn't judge her if she told her the truth of her adolescence. But that level of trust isn't quite there yet, and so she finds half-truths spilling from her lips instead.]
Well, Hyrulean fashions lean slightly more towards the simpler side, compared to much of what I have seen here. Less, ah... cinching and tying, and so on.