Bring it to an end - Four - I
The overcast sky spread from the distance to this place, where two figures stood on the rooftop—one leaning against the railing and the other propped against the door of the entrance, both gazing at the swath of gray.
"Venna, the color of the sky now somewhat resembles the hue of your hair."
Ansel remarked with a smile, turning to look at Ravenna, who seemed momentarily lost in thought. "A beautiful shade of blue-gray."
"..." Ravenna, touching her hair tied back in a high ponytail, replied softly, "It seems you have a fondness for long hair."
"Do I?" Ansel tilted his head, questioning.
"When we sleep," the petite sorceress said nonchalantly, "you sometimes bury your face in my hair."
The young Hydral chuckled, "Don't make me sound like a child."
Ravenna furrowed her brows and emphasized, "But you are a child. And such behavior... it's not typical of children."