Some aspects of having a little sister must be universal. The wish to protect them but also to see them grow up, and also everything they try to do with your hair.

Even Reyson's older sisters were unabashedly childish about some things. The whole family's impulsive nature runs deep, and being a grown woman didn't stop Lilia from gathering up a handful of acorns and weaving them into the hair of whichever younger sibling found themselves within arm's reach. It goes without saying that he'd put up with that in a heartbeat and ribbons as well if it meant being able to see her again, but unfortunately, some wishes are not meant to be. The leaf blows up into the air, its eventual destination as much of a mystery as a sister's memory.

The shorter locks of hair over Reyson's circlet waft in the breeze, going nowhere in particular. He considers showing up to work tomorrow with a braid, because he feels like it.

"That would be safest for them."

He knows what America is because it is written on the coins. But, hold on, he has to reshuffle a lot of the context in this conversation right now-

"Yoshiki, you aren't from this place either?"