mass destruction for your hair-do sponsored by Ren(open)

The wind picked up as I trotted lightly towards the lake. My haor, whic was down, blew back in the wind, luckily, out of my face. I arrived at the lake to see a girl, another zues child, sitting and playing with the wind. I walked over. "Hi" I said, my hair whipping around wildly as I sat down next to her. I wasn't sure of her name, but I was pretty sure it started with an R. You would think I would know by now. We had been sleeping in the same cabin for months, years even, yet we had hardly ever talked. "What's York name?" I asked, hoping I wasn't being rude, or disrupting anything she may have been doing. Her hair was cool. Strange, but cool. It was purple and blue ( I think, sorry if I'm wrong.) but it didn't look bad like most died hair. It looked almost natrual. Which surprised me because of such the crazy colors.