Chey jumped slightly when a voice appeared behind her, smiling when she turned around to see their ring leader. When he asked if she was bothered by the comments she turned just a hair red and shook her head. [b]”It caught me off guard. I’m fine now, thank you. I think we’ve all heard much worse. And like you said, they are simply young,”[/b] she said, honestly feeling better. It was true the worst comments she’d ever gotten followed age. The younger, the seemingly more harsh unless they were too little for their parents to have indoctrinated them with how to judge others. Like once a three year old girl came up and told her how pretty her skin was, like a painting. It had been the sweetest thing.