Curls up on the floor next to the fire controlling the wind to make it stroke and pull through my hair
I look up my eyes going a slightly darker shade of rose pink sensing I'm being watched I spot you in the window I soften and smile at you my eyes becoming suddenly brighter
I look at Andrew who's asleep I control nearby water to splash on him. Nothing. I laugh at him soaking wet yet still sleeping.
Suddenly my hair turns a vibrant cherry color I look and shrug my shoulders "Nothing surprises me because my gaurs is never down"
"it changes every season it's just turned to Autumn also my name so my hair goes to the color if the brightest leaves," I smile "in spring it's pastel blue (the sky) winter cream with black streaks (clouds and snow) summer auburn with streaks of burgandy(the sun and) Autumn is the best"