Never made collages as a young child - not that much to see, so much to say...
In the common area of the Conrad, Shilo's curled up comfortably in an armchair too large for her, knees pulled up to her chest and a book in her hands, Leapsfar fast asleep on her shoulder.
All of that's less noticable than the fact that she's not wearing her wig today - there's a short fuzz of dark hair on her head, but it's nothing like the long, straight black hair she's used to. She keeps reaching up to touch her hair without thinking, brush it out of her face, and being startled when there's nothing there. Her head feels cold, and it looks like a stranger when she looks in the mirror, but it's getting to where wearing the wig is just awkward. She had to stop eventually, she guesses...
She still feels a little like everyone is staring at her, and might be glancing around out of the corner of her eye to make sure that's not the case, not quite as subtly as she thinks.
All of that's less noticable than the fact that she's not wearing her wig today - there's a short fuzz of dark hair on her head, but it's nothing like the long, straight black hair she's used to. She keeps reaching up to touch her hair without thinking, brush it out of her face, and being startled when there's nothing there. Her head feels cold, and it looks like a stranger when she looks in the mirror, but it's getting to where wearing the wig is just awkward. She had to stop eventually, she guesses...
She still feels a little like everyone is staring at her, and might be glancing around out of the corner of her eye to make sure that's not the case, not quite as subtly as she thinks.