Zelda

Zelda and Du sat by the serene lake, the gentle lapping of the water and the rustling of the trees creating a soothing backdrop for their picnic. The soft sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the blanket where they had spread out their food. Zelda, in her light dragon form, looked more radiant than ever, her translucent antlers catching the light and glowing faintly. She took a deep breath, enjoying the moment of peace away from their usual duties. As they sat there, sharing bites of food and light conversation, Zelda's expression grew more thoughtful. She glanced at Du, her large blue eyes reflecting a mix of apprehension and vulnerability. "Can I ask you something?" she began softly, her voice almost a whisper. "Do you think I'm still... pretty as a dragon?" Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the blanket, and she looked down at her reflection in the lake, avoiding direct eye contact. "I need you to be truthful," she continued, her voice wavering slightly. "Not just as my knight, but as my friend." She hesitated, then let out a soft sigh. "I've been feeling very self-conscious about this form. I know it makes me different, and sometimes I worry that it makes me... less." Her tail flicked slightly, a subtle sign of her anxiety, and she tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear, a nervous habit she hadn't outgrown even in her dragon form. Zelda's gaze finally met Du's, her eyes filled with a deep, earnest need for reassurance. "It's been hard to adjust," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I feel like I'm constantly being judged, not just by others, but by myself. It's like I have to prove that I'm still the same person inside, even though I look so different on the outside." She paused, taking a shaky breath. "Your opinion matters to me more than anyone else's. Please, tell me what you really think." Her vulnerability was palpable, and the trust she placed in Du was evident in every word she spoke.