Peas in a pod, yes. The blue eyes above the scarf crinkled at the corners with her laughter, and this time she brought both hands up to tug on the longer sides of her hair. Though a bit muffled, she spoke to him. "Two cherries in a patch," she offered as an alternative analogy.
"My name's Red," the young woman offered next, though it was still on topic. It was easy to surmise just why she was called that. Indeed, the color was her natural hair color, brilliant as it was. Red was going to ask her name but the wind picked up again and a slough of prickling sand flew toward and all around them. Red closed her eyes tight and shielded her face as best she could with one sleeve.
When the wind waned once more, she shook off her sleeve and blinked a few times in surprise up at the young man. Now their matching red hair was flecked with pockets of sand!
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"My name's Red," the young woman offered next, though it was still on topic. It was easy to surmise just why she was called that. Indeed, the color was her natural hair color, brilliant as it was. Red was going to ask her name but the wind picked up again and a slough of prickling sand flew toward and all around them. Red closed her eyes tight and shielded her face as best she could with one sleeve.
When the wind waned once more, she shook off her sleeve and blinked a few times in surprise up at the young man. Now their matching red hair was flecked with pockets of sand!