"Hours ago?" Marla watched the small girl with a bit of sadness. Well, her eyes usually reflected a calm sadness, but they seemed to almost mimic the stranger’s dejection now, as if she were reading her emotions. "… I see."
A mother that wouldn’t see her daughter… What kind of mother was that? An awful one! Marla would have voiced her argument, had the subject not changed.
"… She knows how to stop a shark attack, but she doesn’t know what a hug is." It was almost hilarious how different the two were. Based solely on their knowledge, they were two complete opposites. Still, when she mentioned dresses, Marla smiled softly. "I’m glad she’s making human friends."
Marla touched the skirt of the girl’s dress, feeling the fabric softly. “Do all of your dresses have fabric this nice? The last dress I owned was made of cotton and was terribly itchy. Not to mention, the colors were dull and faded… Your dress is fit for a princess in comparison.”
Marla smiled, thinking back to the dress she had owned when she was human. It was… Red, wasn’t it? Or purple, maybe? Ah, she couldn’t remember anymore. But the feeling of that terribly material was memorable, indeed. “What’s your name, miss?”