Re: At the Picnic Table
He didn't need a mirror to know that he must have turned several shades of pink at the question, his face flushing with both embarrassment and amusement alike. Alcuin had been asked about his uncommon hair color many a time in his life, but never so shamelessly and without preamble. It was delightful. “Yes, this is my natural hair color,” he tittered behind his napkin for a moment and then leaned over to whisper in his ear. “It is a bit darker beneath, but it is very much blond.”
Alcuin leaned back with a bashful smile. “It is the reason Master Rolande chose me over the other children. He thought I might grow out of it – as most children do – but he thought it was beautiful at the time and the rest, I suppose, is history.”