“You’re welcome,” Aimee replied. She stopped walking backwards and came up alongside the Benshira, taking Elann’s hand.

Elann’s question came, to which Aimee shrugged at. “Whenever they want to play. They’re usually playing with each other, too busy to play with me anymore. Sometimes I don’t feel like playing either, but that’s more me than them. I think they understand that I’ve been really tired lately though. It’s nice.”

Aimee drew a hand through her hair, pushing aside her fringe and tucking it behind one of her ears to keep it out of her face temporarily. The sun was shining and there weren’t any clouds in the sky, any weather front that may have threatened them had moved on without gracing them with another downpour of rain. The wind, however, whipped up whenever it felt like in strong gusts and constant breezes.

“What made you want to color your hair?” she asked curiously, peering at Elann’s strands.