Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know I said I’d never think I wasn’t better alone…

“Let me get this straight, you want… hair like mine?” You asked carefully, pointing to your powder blue hair.

Isha paused, before nodding eagerly, staring up at you, her big golden eyes the epitome of fierce determination. Despite her silence, she was very effective at communicating in other ways.

“Okay then…” You sighed, tapping the chair with your finger gently, motioning for her to sit.

The small girl climbed up, flashing her toothy grin. She sat straight and proud, and your heart nearly melted. You would do anything for this kid.

Isha had fallen right into your arms- literally -so you had just ended up taking her in. You had grown to be attached at the hip. She saw you as her… well, practically her entire world, you saw her as… well, she was also your everything. Even with her being non-verbal… well, it wasn’t horribly difficult.

She knew what she wanted, and she knew how to show it. That was the entire reason that you were currently dying her light brown hair.