Purple
Creative and individual or immature or impractical
"You can't just leave!"
Elyan stared at his father, committing his face to memory. "Why not? There's nothing for me here!"
Tom sighed and moved towards his soon. "Your family is here! Aren't we enough? What about Gwen? Isn't she good enough for you?"
Elyan yelled and pushed his hands through his hair. "Course she is, I just need time on my own."
Then he swung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the little house, tuning out his father's shouts.
In the cover of night he walked out of the city of Camelot, not once looking back.