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he questioned, eyes focused on Sarael. “Your mother assumed Isis would come to me.” Sarael answered. “Interesting. Would this have something to do with why my sister is different?” Khalid asked, leaning forward now. “What do you mean by different?” I questioned. I know she’s different, but I want to know what he’s witnessed growing up with the girl. “Well, for one, she has blue eyes and a blonde streak on the left side of her face that’s natural and not dyed. Dad buys the recessive gene and anomaly line. I don’t. There’s maybe a one percent chance of someone of our genetics having blue eyes.” he explained.

Stars were already beginning to wink into existence, tiny specks of bright light amongst a sky that was rapidly turning dark. He nodded and grabbed a strand of my blonde hair, twirling it between his fingers. “Mommy, why don’t you have dark hair like me?” I glanced at him, at my boy with his pin-straight hair as black as night. He looked strikingly like me, aside from the blue eyes that he shared with a man I had tried so hard to forget over the past five years. “Because I bleach it,” I explained for the thousandth time. “We’ve talked about this.”

Her parents are dead, so there was nobody who even knew who she was. No doubt, Aurora is a beautiful young girl, she made heads turn wherever she goes. Her hair, skin, and eyes are perfect, she fits every beauty standard across each country. The people say they’re her father’s colors. He dyed his hair white when he married her mother, so his daughter inherited a fair share of her brown eyes as well. And she inherited his brown hair and dark blue eyes as well. He was a great man. She loves him dearly. She misses him terribly, still.

"How did you...how did you know that I was a mermaid?" Alec burst out laughing. "Nice one. I meant that Blue hair really suits you; I know it doesn't suit many people. I have seen some girls in college dye their hair blue, you know to try something different but they ended up looking like complete witches. But I can't believe how natural it looks on you." Oh. So he liked my blue hair hence the comment about me being a mermaid. I sighed in relief. "Thanks, Alec. I like my hair too."

It was one thing, for him to have blue eyes but it was definitely not her expectations for him to have straight hair. She had seen a couple of mixed kids with curly hair, she just assumed that's how it went but in all honesty. Having a mixed child was like throwing a dice in the dark, you just never know the outcome.

Still, at work I keep it covered and as long as people don't look too closely at me, I usually can pass for an ordinary human which makes serving human customers far easier than serving the Magics who tend to be stuck up towards humans. I have rather pale skin and I am quite average in height and physique. My hair is straight and long, down past my waist. It is a dark midnight blue colour which most people assume is dyed but upon close inspection it is clear that I never have any regrowth or anything like that because it is in fact my natural hair. My matching eyebrows are another clue.

Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..." " It's not rare"Adir cut in and take the hair carefully from Castus "It's impossible for someone to have a natural blue hair and that means the girl I'm looking for is here" " Your highness this isn't some cinderella fairy tale story,the girl doesn't exist" " Castus I gave you the permission to leave, I'm staying here whether the girl exist or not"Adir sit on the bed " You can read a book if you're bored"

"I did tell you earlier in the carriage that I am less appealing than you would imagine." I remembered his words. I looked at him and replied, "And true to your words you face really remains the same." I noted. "But why is your hair blue? I expected it to be white." "What's the colour of a Fae's hair?" "Blue," I answered, drifting my gaze back to the book.

she added. Sierra looked at her baby’s sparse hair. Some babies are born with hair, while others don’t have much. She had also read that the hair a baby is born with could change color as they grow older. For now, nothing was certain, but she was immensely grateful that this little girl was healthy and perfect. That was more than enough for her. “And her skin will be pale and easily sunburned like Sierra’s.”

Spreading out the individual strands, he moved them around. "Are you trying to take up hair weaving?" I asked. He laughed. "No. But you're right. There is something different about it. It's almost like your hair is absorbing light instead of reflecting it." He looked up, caught my gaze. "Does that make sense?" I nodded. "Yeah. But instead of the ash undertones, they're closer to blue." I twisted around, changed how the light hit my hair while looking in the mirror. "I don't know. That sounds crazy."