Muss Your Pretty Hair

Áskell's ears perked up as the girl said that they were something called tusks. "Wow, really? That's cool!" Sometimes he wish he had something really unique about himself like tusks or horns or saber teeth. Even his coat was pretty plain but he tried not to dwell on it. He was a Klein after all and that was worth something.

He felt a bit bad when she said she didn't have anything to make and he also felt a bit foolish that he hadn't been more observant. "Oh, well, if you want you can make something with some of my clay. Or we can do something else. I still have time before we go traveling again. Do you want to explore?" He'd have to let the clay dial dry anyway before he could pack it away. Maybe the girl had other things she liked to do.