Zelda listens to the noises the bird makes, so subtle and so soft, instinctively finding a sensitive patch of feathers just under that left cheek to stroke with tender gentleness.
”…and they…choose their masters? So she chose you?”
She gazes into her predecessor’s eyes, her own filled with a quiet adoration.
— She nods her confirmation before finally turning her attention away from the bird and unto the mirror image before her, so full of awed intrigue..
❝She's my other half. You are only part of a pair until your Loftwing chooses you. And this one picked me.❞