"Hi?" a small piping voice calls back. It's jaunty, almost inherently cheerful, but also questioning, much as the girl's must sound. A dozen or so yards in front of her, a child's head pokes out of the tall grass, framed by a mass of curly, cornsilk hair. While they (gender being difficult to discern from that distance) aren't smiling right that second, their lips and whole face seem built for the expression. "Is someone else here?"

"Yeah!" she says, standing up and waving. "Do you know where we are? Do you know anything, actually, I just know the language and what colors are and weird stuff like that - "

The boy--and with his nakedness, it's quite obvious now he's a boy--steps out of the long grass. "Not really, he replies. "Don't even know if there are any other places, actually."

She's quite naked, too. Other than annoyance at the scratchy grass, it doesn't really strike her as a problem.

"Huh. Do you think it's just us?"

The boy thinks about it for a moment. "Maybe if there was just one of us, but there's two, so could be three, or four." He giggles. "It's funny knowing numbers like this."

"Yeah! Two's a weird number. There could be ten! Or a hundred! Or - or," and she stops to think of the biggest, hugest number she can, "Or fifty quintillion!"

The boy laughs. "Or fifty quintillion... and one!"

"Nah. That's too big."

"Should we go look for others?"

"Yeah! Let's. I wanna know what's making the trickling and chirping noises, too!"

The boy runs into the distance, suddenly aware of how much energy he has.

She runs after! She's not quite as coordinated, tripping a few times, but the few bumps and scrapes she develops just elicit giggles and fascinated poking at the one scraped knee that draws blood.

"Cool! I wonder what it's doing? And why it's slowing..."

Something inside the boy recoils from the sight of the graze. And yet another part is fascinated by the sight of the girl... changed. The way the red contrasts with her skin, while matching her hair...

"Hey," he says. "What do I look like?"

"You're pale. Like me. A couple spots on your face, freckles I think? Light yellow hair, I think the word's blond. Your hair's curlier than mine." Or at least what she can see of the strands.

He decides to return the favour. "Your hair's really red. And your cheeks are kinda red too? And your eyes are dark. And the things between our legs are different but you probably saw. I wonder why all that stuff is so different? Do you think anyone else will look different or like you or me?"

"It'd be cool if we all look different! Someone looking like me would be weird."

"Yeah, it'd be confusing. Hope you're not the only one with red hair, though. It's nice."

"Wonder why our hair's different colors? There's gotta be something in it that's different..."

The boy proceeds to move in close to the girl, so she can get a good look at his hair.

Hair is frustratingly hard to focus on up close! Stupid eyes with their stupid focal lengths.

"The texture's a bit different," she comments after some poking.

With that tentative discovery, the children continue their search. With how much... each other they have to sift through, it's perhaps unsurprising they drift from looking for others to following the trickling sound.

It's a stream, that flashes and sparkles a bit in the light, falling over some very pretty and interesting rocks in little waterfalls. The girl promptly picks up one of the rocks, turning it over and examining how it glitters in the light.

Then, there's a flash of color in the water, and another, and when she leans in closer she spots little moving things with rainbow scales.

A word occurs to her: "Minnows!" She doesn't, actually, know what minnows are, but they're pretty! She darts her hand in, tries to grab one, but it avoids her. They're quick, and aiming under the water's strangely difficult.

There's a word welling inside the boy, beating against his chest trying to escape. It quickly succeeds:

"Pretty!"

He jumps into the stream, trying to grab at the minnows as well. Even as he fails, he suddenly realises how amazing the feeling of water around his his ankles is, and how much fun splashing is.

Splash! Fascinated tangent about water! She cups some in her palm, lets it run down, pokes at the beads on her skin.

"It's cold!" she notices.

The boy proceeds to splash at his companion. It's funny. Not just because it is funny, for reasons he can't put into words. He wants to irritate the girl, but only because he likes her. Odd.