Inadvertently scrubbing at her scalp under all that rather soft looking thick raven coloured hair while using only river water to do so, her magenta irises away from the surroundings “..” seeming to focus on the task at hand, rinsing away the oils and dirt embedded there.

prey in sight, cerulean hues locked onto a tiny fluff of snow.
the moment it flees, his feet dashes in a speed twice as that of the
hare. having caught the thing — his gaze shifted towards a river
bank from afar.
&& he blinked. not once but twice. eyes squinted,
he caught a glimpse of a figure so petite. && he wonders…
What kind of shampoo is she using??

