Wesley blushed darker red with Rhea's complements. She was glowing, inside and out, a happy bubbling feeling tickling her stomach. Rhea said she's my friend! My FRIEND! The tiny girl grinned, flashing her white, but slightly crooked, teeth.

"Rhea's the best too! You should have seen her! She turned all these leaves into PILLOWS!!!" Wesley exclaimed excitedly, immensely proud of her friend (!).

Wesley nodded, wide eyed, as Irial said there was nothing to be scared of. She trusted Rhea- and therefor, she trusted him. Absolutely and completely. "You don't have to be scared of me, either," she said seriously in her small eleven-year-old voice, even though she didn't think people where generally frightened of her. But you never knew. Wesley certainly didn't want to scare people.

Wesley tilted her head slightly, admiring the older boy's long hair. She wished she had long hair too- her own, dark brown, was cropped right at her ear. I wonder if he ever feels hot in the summer. "What house are you in?" she directed towards the boy, uncertain and genuinely curious since he wasn't wearing his robes.