( don't worry, apparently she had a death glare already lined up.
here's midna, rising in the air to be just slightly taller than you dylas, and on the way she's delivering a pointed finger square in your chest. hard. )

Well now we know how shallow your tastes run, don't we. Hmm, hmm! Maybe you just have trouble seeing the beauty in others.

( she's talking about herself, can you tell? how that she's pulled back again, she's running her small fingers through her ponytail, nose upturned. )