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Roshan was startled when someone suddenly spoke near them. Their tendrils even changed a color redder than their hair. Last they had noticed they had been by themselves. (A theme they were starting to get used to.) Quickly calming down from their start, Roshan turned to face the voice.
There stood a freshling with white hair and bright green eyes. Their eyes were fixed on Roshan's hair, reminding them of what had been spoken.
"Oh, uh, thank you," Roshan said hesitantly.
"I like it too." They remembered what their mother had said about taking every opportunity to make a friend and decided to introduce themselves.
"I'm Roshan."