✿ ;; STRANGER.

☁ ;; — She stares at the stranger, blue eyes sparkling with interest. “Red,” she said simply, finger pointing up at her head. “It’s… red…” Was she unsure if she was dreaming? Yep. And so her slim hands pinched her own cheeks, hues immediately brightening once she realizes it’s not.

             ”It’s… Really red…!” 

; ✿ ⇢ Confusion reigns over all emotion for a quick moment, before the girl nods her head, rather slowly. “Ah.. Y-you mean my hair…?” Question is given, followed by hands lifting to tug very lightly at a few of the spiky strands hanging over her shoulders. That’s the only thing this other could be talking about– right? Her hair..?

                             "I-if so.. Y-yeah, it’s pretty red.. But so is S-splendont’s… “