He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
We also do not mistreat people for having hair the wrong shade of pretty or allow babies to die, I will acknowledge.
When I was little and it was white I used to dye it all different shades. Picture of two year old Peka with hot pink hair tipped in burgundy.
Slightly older two year old Peka with nearly-orange bangs fading to nearly-purple in the back through a sunset range. Slightly younger two year old Peka with ruby jewel toned hair. Three year old Peka with pinkish-white roots showing and crimson dye on one half and magenta on the other. Two year old Peka in maroon with rose highlights. One year old Peka in brilliant scarlet streaked with rust.
I'm used to my natural color now but I would've been pretty thrilled about that when I was two.
Two and how much, it's--frowned upon in our culture to encourage anyone younger than two and a half to do non-tiny magic.
It was autumn. I wanted to do autumn leaves but that goes through orange more than red so I did sunset.
Arbitrary historical reasons? I don't know. It's fourteen for us, that's probably less arbitrary than "number and a half."
I am also five in your years, although a season older than I'd be if I'd been born on Amenta.
It's not uncomfortable for us! From what I can tell we feel like you do when it's not spring all the time. And to the extent that there's variation it's on a cycle of a month, not a year.