Holding hands during conversation wasn’t uncommon in Zeltiva either, especially to those of close relation. The bodily contact and body language were important to the already romantic city and the few Kelvics who resided in it, for it was easier for them to communicate, words barred.

Aimee nodded in agreement, the children could be overwhelming, even for her. It amused Aimee that Elann’s skin prickled with goosebumps whenever the wind blew in its bursts. Everytime the wind blew Aimee was forced to readjust her hair, the wind throwing away any order she may have given her tresses between gusts.

Aimee continued to peer at Elann’s hair as the Benshira explained the dyeing process. “It looks fine, nice even.”

She brought up a strand of her own hair to observe it. “I remember when you offered to dye mine. Sorry that I declined, I just never considered it. I don’t think I will, I like my natural color too much.” She smiled mirthfully. “I’m not even sure how it would look if I shifted. I might have an oddly colored patch on my fur. Funny as it would be, I wouldn’t want that.”

She tucked the hair away again since the wind had let up for a moment. She knew it would come again and throw it out of whack once more but she didn’t mind readjusting her wild strands, it gave her an excuse to touch her hair.

“We’re nearly to Zeltiva by now,” she said, nodding to the peaking mountain range. “Are you looking forward to it?”