"She is, I suppose she gets that from her mother's side, eh?"
"Oh Fonso."
"She's a fine young rip. Ah reminds me of my own days as a young one."
"Those days were fond I hope?"
"Heh heh, Of course Amabelle. The younger days are always the fondest."
"Mrr..."
"She'll be a wise one alright, though I hope she doesn't cause as much trouble as you did."
Both spirits looked down at their great-great grandchild with a mixture of love and adoration, as any proud great-great grandparents would before they both nuzzled her dark floppy ears turned towards the window, they'd come in at and slowly began to disappear .Midna didn't cry that night.
Here we have Midna, as a baby, and her dead great great Grandparents who were gypsies. As part of her history I decided to put her great-great grandparents in it and what life was like for them. Anyway I'm just hoping to win her, and maybe I'll come up with more stories!
Wish me luck!
