"Like blood and berries and roses," Celosia says, approvingly, and grins at the smaller girl. "That's a good color, too." Greta should have a crown of red flowers, then.

As for her own hair, she shrugs, and tells the other girl without fanfare, "My mother changed its color when she took me, and it was supposed to be violet, like hers, but my magic turned it blue instead. So it's been blue as long as I know." She bows her head back to the flowers crown, and asks with intense casualness, "I can change the colors of all kinds of things, though Mother doesn't let me do it in the house. Would you like to see?" It's a small magic, but she never gets to show off to anyone, and she's almost certain Greta would appreciate it.