" ... Why's your hair like silver?" he has asked.

Ifrit laughed a little, brushing it out.

" I dye it," he said. " Because I think it looks best that way."

A tilt of his head.

" Do you want to dye your hair too, Nova?"

" No, not really, I think it looks best on you! I would just look weird."

" You think so?"

... Ifrit always had such a practiced, gentle grace about him.