Ethrane

    Creamy white wires peek out through the soft dirty blond curls of a friendly looking boy reclining in his seat. A petite Asian girl with short black hair turns to look at him inquisitively. He immediately straightens and meets her gaze with his light blue eyes, piercing spritely through the curls that playfully threaten to completely conceal his eyebrows. She points curiously to an earbud, which he retrieves and presses to her. The tinkling of a familiar melody flickers through her senses; she closes her eyes to hear the memory.
    “Eva Cassidy,” she remarks delightedly. “Fields of Gold.”
    He nods, and together they lean into the song as the golden sunlight seeps into his hair.