love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
Kamaria's grin grows big and bright, Hotaru's encouraging words and gentle acts of kindness not failing to pull her out of the momentary shyness. As her hair is brought up to tickle across her cheek, she wrinkles her nose and eventually breaks out into a jubilent laugh. The image of having fair all the way down to her feet doesn't help to calm her laughter, either.
"No way!" She counters in disbelief, breaking away from the tickling to look up at Hotaru again, "Nobody's hair can grow that long! Well, maybe..." she thinks her mom could make hair into any length or color, hence why her own did not match either of her parent's. And what would she do, if her hair grew that long? Oh, but wouldn't it be quite something?
But all other conversation is suddenly swept away, overshadowed by the invitation the woman suddenly gives to her. "Can we, Ru? Really?" She could almost burst with the excitement that gives her. She whirls on the unicorn, moving over to try and catch his attentions once more. Her hand reaches up toward his leg, unfazed by his size in comparison to her. "Is that okay with you, Atlas?" She asks him.
"No way!" She counters in disbelief, breaking away from the tickling to look up at Hotaru again, "Nobody's hair can grow that long! Well, maybe..." she thinks her mom could make hair into any length or color, hence why her own did not match either of her parent's. And what would she do, if her hair grew that long? Oh, but wouldn't it be quite something?
But all other conversation is suddenly swept away, overshadowed by the invitation the woman suddenly gives to her. "Can we, Ru? Really?" She could almost burst with the excitement that gives her. She whirls on the unicorn, moving over to try and catch his attentions once more. Her hand reaches up toward his leg, unfazed by his size in comparison to her. "Is that okay with you, Atlas?" She asks him.
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
