Zora's Domain was made for the night. That was what Link had come to determine since he had moved there in his youth. The days were beautiful when the sun shone, and even when clouds obscured the sky, the silvery metal reflected enough light for the city to be anything less than lively and beautiful.

But nights…

Nights were when the luminous stones shone with their gentle, beautiful light. Despite the green hue they emitted, the fireflies that descended on the city glowed in sharp contrast to the Zora's favored light source. And on nights when the moon danced full and bright above them…

He had yet to see anything like it. The way it somehow outshone all around it, yet complimented them. Even as it outshone them, causing the metallic structures of the city to reflect its beauty, it somehow brought out the greens, blues, and yellows.

However, perhaps the most beautiful thing was her.

While the sun made her red and white scales glitter beautifully (even further accentuated by water droplets), it had nothing on the light of the luminous stones and moon. It was under the light of the moon that the blue and green scales glittered like hidden treasures. As beautiful as she was in the light of the sun, she was nothing less than captivating in the moonlight.

"Is something wrong?"

"No…"

"Is there something on my -"

"No."

"But you would tell me if there was?"

"Of course."

Link kicked himself internally as she frowned. Thankfully, her frown was more thoughtful than troubled. And even better, she didn't seem entirely displeased by his lack of explanation. It was doubtful that she really understood why she held his attention so, as she still struggled to accept that she was beautiful by any standards (even some of his Hylian "friends" had commented that she was pretty for a Zora). So far as he knew, it wasn't a lack of basic confidence, but a lack of realizing that she could have an effect on those around her.

Growing up in the Domain as he had, Link had come to recognize and appreciate the features that helped Zora distinguish each other outside of scale color. Minor differences in fin length and hue, tail size, crest shape, and several other factors all contributed to Zora recognition and standards of beauty.

She understood them herself, and even understood that she possessed many of the qualities that her fellow Zora considered attractive; however, it was almost like she forgot that those around her could see it too.

And it could be so terribly frustrating, as Link, never much one for words, didn't know how to convey to her how he saw her. Even so, he was able to make peace with such a shortcoming because he knew she didn't lack confidence in her appearance.

But it was those rare glimpses of her under the light of the full moon, mixed with the light from luminous stones that made him wish he had studied poetry. Maybe then, he might be able to say to her what he wished she knew.

Every time, he would consider asking to study with the Shiekah poet that had somehow wormed his way into King Rhoam's court. But that thought was always quickly discarded as he reminded himself that the poet seemed to hate him for some reason. And that was only because there was something about the poet that struck him as… slimy.

Perhaps someday, he would find the words to describe such beauty, but for today, he would appreciate every moment he could spend with his best and closest friend.