"Which do you think looks better on me? The sleeveless one, or this one with the puffy shoulders? Hmm, or perhaps I'll go with blue satin… Oh, I just can't decide!" grumbled Zelda.
"Aww come on, Zel, you know how I feel about dresses…" I sighed.
"But I couldn't possibly rely on Sheik. She always tries to spare my feelings."
"Can you blame her? All she said was that your hips looked wide in that last dress you wore."
"And that's why it's Peach's now," Zelda gave a humph, still quite miffed about it. She continued rummaging through her wardrobe (I'm surprised she still has room in there) and trying out various dresses. She promised to stop buying so many, but I seriously had my doubts. We've been friends for a long time, but it's only now I started to think about how different they both were—Zelda and Sheik.
Zelda, plucky and cheerful… Sheik, quiet and stalwart…
Zelda, with her kind, azure eyes, dignified mannerisms and love of anything stylish… Sheik, with her focused, crimson eyes, sincerity and fondness for nature…
"I would have picked Zelda for sure; she's really cute!" I remember Pit once saying to the guys. Can't they see? It isn't always about looks…
Zelda and Sheik were two sides of the same coin, this was true, but what I feel for the warrior… It's simply incomparable.
"Samus, are you even listening?" Zelda's voice pulled me away from my thoughts. "How about this one?"
I grinned. "You look awful in lace."
