Amoux poked her tongue out at Arvo in reply, straightening up and yanking her hair unceremoniously from the bushes brambles, tugging her braid out in the process. "I think I found you faster." She retorted, grinning cheekily. Knowing her mother would be rather miffed when she would have to deal with the knotted mess later that night, Amoux shock out her hair, ignoring the leaves and branches now decorating the locks. Reaching up she used Arvo's hand to pull herself up onto the rock beside him and settled down, poking him in the side until he moved over.
"Speaking of looks," She started, casting a curious eye of Arvo's dark hair and comparing it to her own crimson strands. "You don't look like an Inartan."She tilted her head, squinting at him as she attempted to puzzle out his foreign appearance. "Are your parents traders or something? Or travelers?"
