"Doesn't that make it cool, though? Plus, it looks super soft, which is adorable!"
Admiring her hair still, they travel side by side towards the diner.
"Have you been up to anything fun as of late?"
"I'm not uncomfortable explaining, don't worry! It's just hard to articulate. I enter a dormant phase where I'm somewhat lucid, my body decreases in energy and body temperature to keep me alive through the cold months."
Sitting down on her couch, Amara offers Akito a seat.
☆Gonna head off to sleep now, gn!! >◇<
"Different natural instincts and such, I never really understood it, but I prepare for it now. I remember having my first hibernation as a young girl, it was so strange, feeling so lethargic until I rested and stayed in bed for days!"
Rays of light make her living room glow with a welcome softness.
She's momentarily dumbfounded, looking at the sheer volume of Clara's hair.
"This is after you cut it? No way! You're right, it must keep you warm and insulated, as well as incredibly stylish!"
"My sleep time can vary, I could feel my rest becoming lighter as of late, so it was a sign."
The chill of the morning bites at her cheeks, turning her breath to steam. Her hair is still ruffled from sleep, with skewed feathers and comfy pyjamas.
"Thank you... have you come by regularly, then?"
"Oh, don't go saying that, you're so flattering!"
Waving a hand slightly, Amara can't help but at least feel honoured at the thought. Family. It feels comforting.
"I love what you've done with your hair, Clara, it's stunning!"
"I think I was around eight when it first happened? I remember being in school and barely being able to stay awake, and when I was taken home, I ate a whole ton and slept for about a week before my parents realised what was happening..."
The waking world feels strange to her now, bright and fresh.
"Ah, no wonder this place feels spotless, I expected it to be dustier, but since you've been here, it makes more sense now."
Patting her hand on top of his own, Amara smiles up at Akito, watching the sunlight catch the drops of water caught atop the petals.
"Sort of, it's hard to explain..."
