[Midna had, in one way or another, figured that this entire misadventure of the shrunken kind would result in her playing the role of the Beautiful Vagabond, who surfed from one settlement to another. When she thought about it for more than a moment, she found it suited her, given a particular dislike to tying herself down to any one idea or feeling aside from her leadership position. Much easier to avoid making connections with others that went, in her own opinion, too deeply.
Finding Byleth was just one more sight for sore eyes. It wasn't that she assumed he'd at least let her rest her feet for a little (though certainly a part of her did think that to be the case), but if they weren't enemies, then they were like akin to whatever the opposite of that was. And she wasn't willing to say 'friend.'
She had to look a little worse for wear, given that she hadn't really made her own shelter except half-assed attempts that offered her the very bare minimum. For a princess, she was living far beneath what she was accustomed to and she gathered she was starting to look it. Given that Byleth wasn't far from water, however, and she was at least aware of that, she'd made a little pledge to herself to have a nice little dip before she eventually continued along her way to the next unfortunate victim of her mooching.]
Oh, look at you. [She greeted him with slow footsteps that once had more life in them and were taken over by the toil of the movement. How many days had it been? Two, perhaps, since this whole thing had begun?] Fitting right in, aren't you. One might think you to be a little woodland creature.
[At least she could still make slightly snide remarks.]
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Finding Byleth was just one more sight for sore eyes. It wasn't that she assumed he'd at least let her rest her feet for a little (though certainly a part of her did think that to be the case), but if they weren't enemies, then they were like akin to whatever the opposite of that was. And she wasn't willing to say 'friend.'
She had to look a little worse for wear, given that she hadn't really made her own shelter except half-assed attempts that offered her the very bare minimum. For a princess, she was living far beneath what she was accustomed to and she gathered she was starting to look it. Given that Byleth wasn't far from water, however, and she was at least aware of that, she'd made a little pledge to herself to have a nice little dip before she eventually continued along her way to the next unfortunate victim of her mooching.]
Oh, look at you. [She greeted him with slow footsteps that once had more life in them and were taken over by the toil of the movement. How many days had it been? Two, perhaps, since this whole thing had begun?] Fitting right in, aren't you. One might think you to be a little woodland creature.
[At least she could still make slightly snide remarks.]