Azaela liked going into town. The thing she didn't like was people staring at her. It wasn't because she was human, false ears hid that easily enough. It was because of her hair. The purest white anyone had seen. It shown bright as a new snow, and easily caught attention. It was the type of white that couldn't be mistaken for blonde, just white. Pure. Glimmering. White.
She pulled a pair of jeans off the nearest shelf, examining the price before the size. She threw them into the cart as Leona held up shirt after shirt for her to approve. "Hmm....How about this one?" She grinned wickedly.
A midnight black shirt with skulls all over it stared back at Azaela. "Um...No." She rolled her eyes. Leona knew she hated black shirts. Not only did they make her look pale, but contrasted her hair so drastically that it seemed to shine like a lightbulb. Leona chuckled before holding up a few mores shirts and throwing the few that made Azaela's cut into the cart.
"You wanna get something to eat after