The door opened and Kira, Kirak Bearfoot, stepped in. Her hair was cropped short with the exception of two long locks of hair in the front, that were bound by light brown ribbon today. She wore a long-sleeved dark green t-shirt underneath a short light brown poncho-style top, with blue jeans and brown boots. She looked foreign, but unidentifiably so, with naturally tan skin, brown eyes and light purple, almost white hair. Lesley was among the very few who knew about her heritage, her mother was a full-blooded Native American, and her dad, well her father had disappeared suddenly when Kira was six, and that was all Kira knew about him, there weren’t even pictures. Lesley was the only person who had believed her when she told him that her hair color was natural, not dyed. He understood that one; his pale turquoise hair was the same way. She had a pretty medium build overall, but she still looked short next to Lesley, most people did.

      She knelt down next to where he was sitting. “This is pretty late rising for you.”

      “Yeah.” He laughed shortly and stood up, walking to the bathroom to find a brush.

      She came to stand in the bathroom door, leaning against one side of the doorframe. “Something happen? You seem ticked.”

      “Weird morning.” The brush stuck on some tangles, and he paused to detach the comb from his hair and try again. “Very weird.”

      “Ah.”

      That was the nice thing about Kira. She knew just when he was or wasn’t in the mood to talk, and waited until he was ready to broach the subject.