"Had you ever thought of cutting your hair short?"
The back of the 12 years-old Violet was the only sight that the 13 years-old Neodelle can see in front of him.
Violet did not bother to look behind her where Neodelle was, instead, she continued
caressing a puppy's fur in front of her.
They were in the garden of the beautifully lighted Palace of Grandbelle as the banquet is being held as of the moment. The two, who somehow shared the same brain cell, went out to take a break from the noisy and crowded place inside the palace.
In the darkness; unable to be lit up by a lamp post placed far away from her, Violet spoke, answering Neodelle's question.
"I want my hair long." She said.
For a moment, an idea that the person in front of him was a girl which is the truth. He was about to ask her about her gender but then, Violet spoke once again, adding something to what she just said earlier.
"Long enough so I can strangle someone with it."
