“p-pink!”

        anya points at the older, pink haired girl with a short, stubby fingers. her green eyes are wide open, staring intensely at the blues of the girl near her. one can almost see the gears turning in anya’s little head in the moments of silence that precede a sudden--

        “big sis!” 

with a brightly blushed face, perhaps due to some embarrassment, anya takes small, tiny steps to bring herself closer to the older girl (who she doesn’t know, but has already felt connected). 

        “my name is anya.” 

she introduces herself eagerly, even pointing to herself to make sure the older girl understands what she’s trying to say.