" ... 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.