Brown hair
tumbled down like the beads from old necklaces
Safu smiled anyway,
feeling the tendrils that bounced and dusted her fingers
"My hair isn't made for that."
Inukashi grumbled
though it was only half bitter
"I know, I know."
She grinned,
half laughing
as Dogkeeper leaned away
"Yeah, you know."
It was soft
but still there,
delicate lacing
on its tone.