Hunger Games

Firan chuckles a little, "well... most people think it's weird... or... when I was born with it, many ran away scared."

By the information Rue got was all strange to her, why would they runaway from him because his hair, than she thought about herself being bully for loving something that made her happy "Human can be so cruel the long history of hating one of another goes by for 1800 years...Well I love it, it's like looking at a portrait very rare to find but delicate to treasure."

[+1] Northern Lights

Firan blinked…. Someone actually found his hair nice, rather than weird…??? The angel’s wings slumped as he looked at the woman, “Th-Thank you….. I am Princ— Er, Please, just call me by Firan.”

"Nice to meet you, Firan" she smile looking at the young man but he was so different he had these angel wings that was beyond any imagination she had ever encounter in her life "You don't need to feel nervous around me; I mean, don't people like your white hair?" She asked.

A girl should be be like a butterfly. Pretty to see, hard to catch.