The sides of Arya's hair were tied into untidy knotted braids, while the middle section was tied back into a bun. Though it looked silly, he probably would've passed for a child model back on earth, what with all the weird fads in the fashion industry.
"My name is Layla, what's yours?" she asked, walking in front of Arya before holding her hand out.
"Arya," he replied, shaking her hand.
Arya tried to leave alone, so as not to draw attention to himself, but Layla insisted that he come with her. She felt lonely being the youngest around the house and wanted to play with Arya some more to which he reluctantly agreed as he realized he had nothing better to do. Besides, there was always the chance that he would get to see more mana circuitry.
{Esla,} he thought, reopening their mind link.
{Arya! I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore, I thought...} her thoughts came out as an incoherent waterfall of words, Arya could hear her but couldn't make sense of what she was saying.
