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Jane gave them a smile of their own. She liked this Roshan. They gave them a super cool coloring page and they seemed pretty nice.

"Vesper blues" Her lips sat in a thin line as she contemplated the name. It was so foreign to her tongue. Why vesper? Should she ask? Her golden gaze traveled south to the picture at hand. Maybe that would give her the answer that she was looking for.

Oh. Because there were vesper cats on the page.

One of her lips turned up in a sideways grin and nodded. "It's pretty." Better than what she usually did. She could barely color within the lines. It was frustrating. Patterns...she hadn't tried yet. "I think I'll call mine Rocky Hues." She nodded to herself. Hues. That was a word that she wasn't sure what it meant, but adults seemed to use it with colors. It was good enough.

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Roshan hadn't heard the doubt in Jane's voice. They were too busy putting the finishing touch on their last vespercat. It reminded them of all the vespercats they had seen while visiting the Swirling Storms Desert.

Jane's compliment drew Roshan back to the present. "Thank you," Roshan said with a small smile. Their tendrils turned a slight pink in embarrassment. Roshan wasn't used to their art being complimented. They were normally known for more logical endeavours.

"Rocky Hues is a good name." Roshan nodded. They grabbed a new page to color as there was still time before their mom came to pick them up. Roshan decided to try to keep a conversation going between themselves and Jane. "Do you collect rocks? I know someone who does and you seem to like them."

Play with Harvest? Sure the idea had seemed warm and inviting when he saw only a Freshling napping beneath a big floppy hat. That was before he woke the other and it was revealed to him he had an extra pair of eyes. Peculiar how you can hear about Hollowed before but never really know how you'll react until you come face to face with them. For Henry he had been confident in his nonjudgmental mindset, but now standing here looking Harvest in his eyes it was very apparent that he didn't have as much hold on himself as he would have liked to. He struggled to keep his little feet standing firmly in their position while he thought of how to go about the situation. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to run and avoid the situation all together, yet at the same time he would be plagued by an overwhelming guilt. He knew what it was like to be left behind, and he never wished to make anybody feel the way he had.

Taking a deep breath he boldly took a cautious step forward, confronting the little Freshie all while fiddling with the large sleeves of his sweater. It was times like this that he managed to groom any stray strings from the material. "Well, usually I like to play tag-" Oh god, he did not need to frighten himself with this guy running towards him. Bad plan. "But! I think maybe we could try something else. I'm never much good at tag anyway. I'm slow because I have something wrong with me. It's like if I run to fast it gets hard for me to breathe. I think my mommy called it Ash-Mah." He gave a bashful shrug of his shoulders and felt the rambling begin. This typically happened when the boy became uneasy for whatever reason.

"Do you like to draw?" The boy asked with a hopeful stare. He enjoyed coloring and occasionally trying to draw his own art but he much rather prefer to play with colors. It was how he managed to keep himself busy when all the other Freshlings were too busy. It was difficult to be a young little social butterfly when you seemed to be the only one in a room full of busy bumblebees. Maybe Harvest could be the moth to his butterfly though. Sort of the same, but a little bit different.

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Aisling didn't often go into the playroom. She used to, when she was younger, but she couldn't find anyone who wanted to play with her. Now that she had a proper friend in Bridget and her familiars, Pooka and Ginger, to spend her time with, she rarely found herself drifting through the soft carpeted play space. Yet, today she had and her round, red eyes glowed as she observed the others in the area.

Walking towards an area with some paper and coloring materials, she started to draw a picture of Pooka, who was the easiest to draw, since he was so round. She would draw Ginger next, even though Ginger was trickier to draw. She would draw until she was bored or until someone thought to come up to talk to her, if anyone did. If not, she could go back to her dorm and play with her familiars until her next class started. It would be a good day, she decided then. A good day, one way or another.