FOURTEEEN

[mudhair]

[Dark, looming hallways are home to footfalls, precise and quick. A flash of silver and the resounding clink of armor.

There are two warriors, both fairly new by the apparent lack of disfigurements. After a moment, the taller of the two speaks up:]

"Did you hear? Apparently there's this warrior who still has color in her hair."

[The other

Comments

[banginmyface]

[at least Yuma can share the whole being insecure thing with her?]

It was always rough back then...huh?

[mudhair]

[Mhmm.] Yeah, I guess it was.

It's over, though. That's what matters.

[banginmyface]

[she nods]

Forgetting about and moving on is probably better...

[mudhair]

Y-yes...

Even if it's hard to sometimes.